Progressing Toward the Mountain Top

Often, I found myself fatigued. In my fatigue, I notice that I get bored and boredom can lead to dissatisfaction when you are caught in the routine of day-to-day living. I can also admit that I’m not sure what success is supposed; thanks to social media. When do you make it? How do you know that you have arrived at the footsteps of success? Is it based on the amount of money in your accounts? Is it based on the number of stamps you receive on your passport? Is it when you finally settle down and have a house, family, and yacht?

Answers to these questions vary widely by an individual’s idea of what they choose to define it as. I cannot go without notice! Everything that I have mentioned is largely based on quantity. Conviction grapples my spirit because I too have measured my life’s worth by the number of things that I have. However, should I not have any of those things? Would I be a success in my own mind enough to create happiness for myself? People are living and thriving in amazing ways; but I cannot help but change the narrative in my own mind about what people are doing with social media when we air out some of our most heartfelt intimate moments, we’re privileged to experience with one another. During those commercial breaks of life, you can capture a piece of others happiness and joy as our associates, friends, or family create memorable moments that constitute success merely because they are above ground and trying to make it.

I see graduations, proms, and babies’ births. I see dances and celebrations. I see excursions and romance both home and abroad. The more I think on it, success the other day was getting children to experience something new and sit properly at a table. They did not whine for an hour and a half about there not being any mac-and-cheese or grilled cheese on the menu. The My Darling Terrorist requested the kid’s menu twice. Success was not complaining about how long it took their mother to decide if she should wear the damn wedges that would make me look like I was tall and model-esque because let’s be honest… I don’t go anywhere. So, when would I wear them anyway? Bump it, I’m going all the way hard and being extra tonight! They were great today. It did take me 30 minutes to decide whether the temperature was right for me to even be bothered with makeup. Success for me was having only three tiny arguments with Mr. Romantic that ended as quick as they started. Awe progress! Success was when The Mutineer told a lovely couple to have a good evening and goodbye when they were leaving the restaurant.

I can be a critical person with a harsh judge of what I should deem success for myself. But for now, I think I will bask in the glow of our family managing an outing without any dire outburst. Yes, oh yes, we won tonight. Is this the mountain top? My, we have arrived