Some mornings, I really really REALLY do not want to get out of bed because it’s chilly outside and my blankets are warm and for whatever reason I’m just feeling lazy.
But I get out of bed anyway.
Some days, I really really REALLY want to eat super unhealthy. Like, horribly unhealthy. So unhealthy that even though I am allergic to wheat, I walk past a Dunkin Donuts and contemplate purchasing a 24 pack of munchinks, bringing them back to my apartment, eating them all in one sitting, and then accepting the consequences.
But I eat a chicken salad instead.
Some afternoons, I really really REALLY want to cancel whatever meeting I have scheduled, not because of them, but because I just don’t feel like it. I want to do something else. I want to walk to the water and watch the boats on Lake Michigan. I want to read. I want to go see a movie .
But I keep the meeting, and it ends up being a great one.
Some nights, I really really REALLY don’t want to write. It’s hard work, sitting at your desk, alone, contemplating deeply the things most of us spend the other 99% of our days trying hard not to contemplate, for whatever reason. It would be a lot easier to watch Netflix. Or go to a bar with some friends.
But I write anyway, and learn something about myself in the process.
The idea that “Success” has to be some grand carnival where you’re showered with awards, trophies, stacks of money and Swedish models is a fallacy.
“Success” can be found in the tiniest of moments.
You are both the character and the author, the participant and the judge.
If your main goal in life is simply to know yourself, then anything, at any moment, is an opportunity for Success.