How Do You Measure Success

Last Friday during lunch, my colleagues (coz I didn't say much) Mark and Joy talked about their kids who all went to the same schools and were somewhere within the age groups. Mark was concerned about his eldest son whom he perceives as a dreamer. The boy enjoys playig with phone apps and is into game programming. I don't really see any reason why he's concerned about it since I can see that his kids are very passionate on what they do, be it in sports or on mobile applications. Joy's kids are quite busy with school activities and she certainly has a lot of interesting stories to share on her teenage kids. I did butt in to share how my son who's still in kindie has now learned how to keep something from us. My son did not admit to playing in the sad pit one Thurdsday afternoon despite the fact that by the time hubby picked him up from school, his clothes were all changed. He did not admit to playing in the sand pit. In fact, he highlighted other things that he did in school. But when we asked him differently, he did admit to doing that. It's a milestone and something that is actually quite concerning for me as a parent.

So my boss talked about the importance of networking, having good grades and i guess, just trying to be such a multi-tasker. I did see all of those in my older sisters but i do think that though i wasn't anywhere like them... the bibo and academically superior sort, I think I turned out ok, close enough to their level of success.  But how do you measure success?

I do recall the excitement in my sibling's eyes whenever I told them about the places that I've been to and the adventures that I've had. They were most surprised when I told them about our intention to move here to NZ. And all the more when we started to realize that goal.

I'm not the type who get star struck with just being around celebrities -- 4 years at Jewelmer certainly made me callous to the glitter and glamour of the socialite world. I'm still clueless about cars though I always wished that I'd have a chauffeur to take me wherever I wanted. Here in Auckland it seems like that idea is non-existing since people prefer to drive on their own, which I guess gives them a certain degree of freedom. I like being able to travel for leisure and then go back to some place that's familiar and what I can call as home. I like the feeling of having a choice and not be bogged down by work or nationality or just by being female. My idea of success is not regretting your life choices, being able to help others one way or the other, having a zest for life, keeping a good set of friends and having close ties with family. At the end of the day, I think these are the things that you'd like to look back to with friends, family or strangers. It's about looking back and saying, yep, I did good and I'm quite happy with what I did.

So how many of you out there still measure success with worldly titles and possessions? If that is all that pleases you then I guess you are successful indeed. So long as you're genuinely happy about it.