Success.
May 14, 2012
Sometimes it feels like everyone is chasing The Dream. It's like a frantic ONE-DAY-ONLY sale at the mall just before Christmas. Adrenalin is pumping as people lose their minds to get huge deals on high-quality toys, clothing items and electronics. Except, the mad 'rush to rule' that I'm referring to runs nearly every day of the year. Losing sleep, pushing, pulling, grumbling, striving, fighting ferociously for the.......PRIZE? Hmm.
Twitter is exploding, blogs are mega-multiplying, LinkedIn is knocking, Branched Out is messaging, high dollar deals are going down, texts are beep, beep, beeping, smart phones are jingling, jangling, buzzing and SCREAMING for our attention...anxiety is high as the multitudes are grasping for the.....GOAL?
Yep, I confess. Some would say I'm an over-achiever or at least a workaholic. I've blogged, Tweeted, texted, emailed, written volumes, video blogged, sold books, produced webinars and spoken at numerous events over the years. Sometimes I feel on target, and sometimes I feel like I'm lagging behind...it's a rat race out there.
Today as I peruse the beautiful hand-written words on my Mother's Day cards, read the cyber-messages my hubby and sons and special friends have sent, linger over the flowers, jewelry, handmade soaps, and dark chocolates sitting on my counter, and consider the sweet phone calls, hugs, and relaxed time spent together over the weekend...everything sort of falls into place in order of priority within my heart, and I'm at peace with where I'm at. Success, once again, becomes clearly defined to me.
It occurred to me that many, many human beings on the planet might need to reconsider their definition of success and perhaps, even, re-define the term and chase a....slightly tweaked or even, dramatically-adjusted dream.
Yes, I want the PRIZE. I just want the right prize when I get it.
Yes, I want to reach the GOAL. I just want the right goal when I reach it.
I wanna be a legend, too. Just the right kind of legend.
Thanks for the inspiration, Jared.
Twitter is exploding, blogs are mega-multiplying, LinkedIn is knocking, Branched Out is messaging, high dollar deals are going down, texts are beep, beep, beeping, smart phones are jingling, jangling, buzzing and SCREAMING for our attention...anxiety is high as the multitudes are grasping for the.....GOAL?
Yep, I confess. Some would say I'm an over-achiever or at least a workaholic. I've blogged, Tweeted, texted, emailed, written volumes, video blogged, sold books, produced webinars and spoken at numerous events over the years. Sometimes I feel on target, and sometimes I feel like I'm lagging behind...it's a rat race out there.
Today as I peruse the beautiful hand-written words on my Mother's Day cards, read the cyber-messages my hubby and sons and special friends have sent, linger over the flowers, jewelry, handmade soaps, and dark chocolates sitting on my counter, and consider the sweet phone calls, hugs, and relaxed time spent together over the weekend...everything sort of falls into place in order of priority within my heart, and I'm at peace with where I'm at. Success, once again, becomes clearly defined to me.It occurred to me that many, many human beings on the planet might need to reconsider their definition of success and perhaps, even, re-define the term and chase a....slightly tweaked or even, dramatically-adjusted dream.
Yes, I want the PRIZE. I just want the right prize when I get it.
Yes, I want to reach the GOAL. I just want the right goal when I reach it.
I wanna be a legend, too. Just the right kind of legend.
Thanks for the inspiration, Jared.
Posted by Denise Mira. Posted In : No Ordinary Woman
She's learning so much just by her God-given instinct to notice what's going on around her.
When I was young, single and stupid, I used to wonder what stay-at-home mothers did all day. At the time, the prospect of becoming a full time (or anytime for that matter!) homemaker was one of the most depressing possibilities I could imagine for my life. 'Boring household industry' was a mystery to me. Now, I get it.
I spent a bit of time locating the house, then found cars
lined up on both sides of the street and cross streets. Estate sales are
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