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,
Amanda
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