A Change in Priorities

When I was in high school, I was going to be super successful, be a CEO of a large corporation, make a ton of money, and have a say in what goes on in the world. My first real job was at a hospital in the medical records department. I quickly realized that staying at the ground level was not for me. I had ambitions, I had goals, and if I kept myself busy and worked hard then success was bound to come my way.

The busier I was the more successful I was, right? Saying yes to every job opportunity that came my way, every volunteer event, and going to school full time just made me feel busy and not successful. My pay would increase some, but I was not rolling in the dough. Over time my perception of success has changed and still is evolving.

Now that I have a loving husband and wonderful kids, the priorities have shifted. I want to soak in every moment with them. The time ticks away at alarming speeds, and I think my children really do grow noticeably over night. My revelation did not happened over night or once my first son was born. I still have that drive to succeed, the ambition to own my own business, to be a world renowned expert, and travel the globe. No one can take that away from me, nor would I want them to. 

Hard work will help you reach your goals, and there is nothing wrong with having an internal drive. It is a desired trait to possess. My definition of success is morphing into something that resembles a slower pace of life. If you ask my husband this change has been slow and gradual with conversations repeated over and over again until I feel like telling my self to shut up. If he were getting paid for my counseling sessions, we would be well off by now.

Right now my ideal day looks like a day at the beach reading, writing, and making sand castles with my family. I keep having to remind myself of this dream because little things in life sneak in when you are not paying attention. Prioritize, prioritize, prioritize. My children are only young once, and I want to slow down and take it all in.

Have you gotten tired of the rat race or do you love to be on the go?

Trading the race track for the Sunday stroll,

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