I think success needs to be redefined.
Somewhere along the way, we started believing it was all about money, power, and status. Big houses. Big titles. Bigger bank accounts. That’s what gets celebrated. That’s what gets shared.
But I’m not sure that’s it. Or at least—not the whole story.
Maybe success is waking up and feeling calm in your own mind. Maybe it’s coming home to a place that doesn’t feel like a battlefield. Maybe it’s raising your kids in a way that makes them feel safe, seen, and deeply loved. Maybe it’s being a partner who listens, even when you’re tired or distracted or not quite sure how.
Sometimes I wonder if we’ve just stopped noticing the quieter wins.
Like a peaceful Sunday morning. Or the way your child looks at you after a tough day. Or being able to sit in silence with someone and not feel the need to fill it.
That kind of success doesn’t trend. It won’t show up in your bank statements. But maybe that’s the kind that matters more than we admit.
Anyway, it’s something I’ve been thinking about lately.
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