Defining Success

What is success? The more I talk with friends and family about what success is to them, the more I realize everyone has a different answer. To some it's making a name for themselves and having a great career. Others desire families. It's not just get a job, buy a house, have a family. The dream is different for everyone.

After graduating college I job hopped. In the process I learned a lot about myself.

Such as:

• I have trouble with corporations, and I don't want to work for mega-conglomerates. 
• I disagree with nepotism and believe that position should be derived from merit and skill rather than "who you know". 
• I like autonomy. 
• I need to feel like a valued part of a team where my skills and knowledge are desired and appreciated. 
• My health does impact my ability to work and that being healthy 90% of the time is great for me, not so much for employers. You can't tell an employer that you'll likely be sick 25 days a year. All the more reason to carve my own path.

After a year of working part-time at a job that I loved the job with a boss I hated, I quit. My husband indulged me. He's indulging my desires to stay home and do my own thing. As soon as I figure out what my 'thing' is the better. 

Success for me comes in the small gains. Seeing how happy my husband is when I unexpectedly make his lunch. Lowering my weekly grocery bill to $65-$80. Writing for bitchbuzz.com. All of these things make me feel successful. To some it would seem boring and hardly a success, but I know life is short enough that you have to enjoy each little gain.

While I have moments where I am incredibly lonely cooped up in my apartment, I am genuinely happy and feel like I'm on the path to my own personal success. I'm writing again, and I'm incredibly proud of my recipes. I hope to increase what I get to write about beyond just food. 

Opportunities await. 

Waiting

Still waiting to hear if we got the place or not. Talked to the rent screening people and they should have it sent to the property people this afternoon. Hope to sign the lease and start moving stuff in tomorrow.

After some serious job drama, I do officially have the job. Because of some trouble I got in last July the temp agency wasn't sure if they would be able to hire me for liability reasons, but I assured them that everything in my past was taken care of. The temp agency reassured me that the company that I'll be working for knows about my past, likes me a lot, and actually wants me for the job. Lots of red tape to deal with and in the end they did a background check and I am A-O-K.

I start next Monday. I still can't believe that I'll make over $100 a day for working. The best I've ever done was $66 a day. Just to feel like I'm worth that much is awesome. If people thought I worked hard for $8 an hour, wait until they see what I can do now.

I'm so nervous about the new job. My first career job. I'm just SO NERVOUS.

I look forward to reading this post a week from today and seeing if I still feel nervous about the job.

I hope I like the job, but I'm the kind of person where liking the job doesn't really matter. Finding pride in the work you doing is what's important. Anyone who knows me would probably say I'm lazy, but the truth is, I know when to rest, and I know when to work. When I'm working, I work hard and long. I sweat and take few breaks. When I'm not working, I'm not working.

I like to think that I maximize my energy to output ratio.

Well, it's time to use some energy and output some progress.