I've been listening to Beth Kirby's new podcast and it prompts me to do some serious soul searching. At the end of an episode earlier this week, I asked myself: what does success look like for you?
As a kid, I always equated success with becoming a millionaire, but I actually don’t have an overwhelming desire to become a millionaire. I’m not opposed to becoming a millionaire, but success looks different to me as I grow older
Whenever I think of being successful, I see myself traveling. A lot. Mexico City. Paris. Thailand. I just want to have a picnic sitting beside the Siene and I'll die a happy. More importantly, I'll feel successful knowing my income allows for consistent travel.
Growing up, I heard stories about Elvis pulling up to car dealerships and buying people cars right on the spot. That type of unmuzzled generosity is something I'd love to possess. I'm already pretty generous, but how fun would it be to, say, pay off my parent's mortgage or take my friends to Cancun every few months? The ability to be extravagantly generous.
All the design blogs I read show these living rooms with unbelievably photogenic furniture. Personally, I like this and this. If my apartment is one day filled with leather sofas and cozy chair with fur blankets hanging off the back, I'll feel weirdly successful in a super materialistic sort of way.
I think it's good to know what success means to you personally. It's hard to aim for something if you don't have a firm target in mind, you know? Success looks different to each of us, but now I know what it means to me. What does it mean to you?