I spent many years trying to be successful.
Some time ago it struck me. How do I quantify success?
Money? Position? Power?
I was trying to achieve something I hadn’t worked out what it even was.
The experience of a toxic work environment made me press the pause button and reassess what I want success to be.
Being able to spend time with loved ones. Having the means to support friends, family.
Health.
I am not putting down the idea of careers or having ambitions. And I’m still very passionate about growing my skills, and knowledge, but as in a few days I complete another year travelling around the sun, I’m reflecting on what really matters and whether the sacrifices to achieve “success” will ever repay themselves.
Enjoying life. Being a good person. Helping your fellow human. That feels like success to me now.
