When I read today’s prompt I wanted to write about things I feel that I am successful at doing, but then it felt just a little too narcissistic in doing so. I’m not really sure how to measure success anyway. Is it by the salary I make? The type of car I drive? House?
I guess I measure success by how I continually fall down and get back up. Life isn’t easy, especially the past few years. I feel like I have to fight for everything I get. Sometimes I feel like I have to fight just to keep my head above water. But somehow I do. Even when the forces around me drag me down I fight my way back up. It’s painful, draining, messy, and just plain hard, but I do it. Maybe that is a good measure of success.