As I’ve gotten older, I’ve noticed something — success is starting to play a much larger role in my life. Whereas in the past it was merely an abstract goal (“when I’m a real adult, I’ll be successful“), it now feels much more tangible and urgent. I look to the people whom I admire and think, “how did they get there, and why can’t I?” An impatience forms, and I want nothing more than to just skip ahead and know that I’ve made it (don’t we all?). I read these words last night, and they felt like a huge breath of fresh air for me:
“…It’s worth recognizing that there is no such thing as an overnight success. You will do well to cultivate the resources in yourself that bring you happiness outside of success or failure. The truth is, most of us discover where we are headed when we arrive. At that time, we turn around and say, yes, this is obviously where I was going all along. It’s a good idea to try to enjoy the scenery on the detours, because you’ll probably take a few.” — Bill Watterson
Grounding, right? It’s weird how priorities shift with time — success has never held any weight for me until now, so it feels good to question it. How important is success to you? What does success mean to you? And has it changed as you’ve gotten older? I’d love to hear.