All of this visualizing success business made me wonder: what do I
define as success? As I thought about it, I surprised myself when I
realized that I didn't define success as being famous, wealthy, or rich.
I defined success in very simple ways. For example, I pictured myself
as a success and I immediately saw myself living in a small
house sitting on a giant green field under a deep blue sky. I pictured
waking up early every morning and taking my dog (because I will have a
dog) for a brisk walk. I pictured eating healthy and being physically
active--doing yoga and being limber. I imagined myself going to work
counseling people and loving it, even the challenging and difficult
moments (because I will have those). I imagined myself pursuing my
passions. I would write every day and practice the piano. I would spend
free time on my hobbies and cultivate my interests. For this, I would
take dance lessons and cooking classes. I would sew and garden and do
woodworking. I would learn how to design my own clothes and sew my own
dresses. I would make my own furniture and assemble a computer. I
imagined myself in a strong, healthy relationship (that's you, Matt!)
and we could cuddle every night and watch goofy shows. I imagined
walking or biking everywhere I went, using public transportation so I
would never have to drive again (that's for New York!). I imagined
keeping a journal and do self-reflections every day. I imagined going
out to plays and pampering myself with deep-tissue massages (okay, so
deep-tissue massages are just as much pain as they are pamper, but it's
still a good choice!). Lastly, I visualized pushing myself and seeing
what limits I can overcome. And, just as importantly, I will take care
of myself and know when to rest. Like right now. Good night, world. I'm going to get my sleep so I can start on my way to becoming...A SUCCESS.
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