I'm an over-thinker. To the MAX. Getting lost in my thoughts is an all the time thing...to the point that I think myself into and out of blog posts on a regular basis. About one month ago I actually had an idea and jotted down "some notes." Today I stumbled across them...
What if our measure of success was not what we accomplish, but what we overcome?
From the time you are old enough to play "pretend," you begin to dream of who you will be one day. We've all gone through this stage of life...and looking back I was just about as impractical and dream driven then as I am now.
First it was a fashion designer (I must've been on to something because my wardrobe consisted of mostly velvet and bell sleeves), then Olympic ice skater (those lessons were short lived), then singer (if only you could learn talent), and the list goes on.
So it begins. The never ending pursuit of a life worth living. Continual leaps to try and reach the high expectations we set. For others, maybe yes, but mostly for ourselves.
But what about "You MADE IT!" in the raw and real? The accomplishment a mama feels when she's years behind on sleep but continues to care for her sick babe. The teenager who longs to break through social mores, yet chooses to press on. The man who leaves and comes home in the dark to provide for the family he loves. A couple who intentionally preserves their marriage in the midst of loss. The grown child who has become a parent's caretaker.
Why is it so easy to measure success against salaries and social statuses, yet deep down feel victorious just in fighting the raw battles in life?
There is so much more to "success" than accomplishments. There is overcoming.
We live in a culture obsessed with beauty, glamor and fame. While our hearts long for connection with something tangible and real, our human desire presses to be satiated with gossip and eye candy.
Don't tell me about your struggles, throw a filter on them. Show me your trophies, is our subconscious plea.
Each story is different. A day without tears, a two hour nap, keeping the kids alive, or making ends meet, these are accomplishments. And somewhere along the line we've reduced them to mundane things, unworthy of our attention.
I am all to familiar with the battle of appearances. Leaping to keep up, when behind the scenes every drop of energy is invested in something much less beautiful, much more difficult to face.
And because of this, I would like to suggest that embracing life where you are at, that in itself is a victory.