Some people aspire to live large. With dreams of a huge lottery win. Purchasing an enormous house. Throwing gigantic parties. Brimming with big names. But not me. I like to live small. With dreams of having enough to send my kids to college. And buying windows that keep the cold winter air out and the heat in, someday. Occasionally hosting petite get-togethers with an undisclosed guest list. Small simply suits me best.
With the sizable & notable exception of small minds.
I'm not suggesting that we live in a one size fits all world. Or that you shouldn't dream big. That is the American gold standard after all, the default setting of our extroverted culture. Therefore it's always been the yardstick I measured my own accomplishments by. And I just never measured up. And I was never going to. Not because anything is wrong with me. But because I was using the wrong yardstick the whole time.
Because I'm metric in a non-metric country.
(Seriously, how come we haven't gone metric yet?)
But since I am an American, I get to think outside the box and make shit up. This is what we do best after all. Which includes defining my own success. And when I think about it, I already have everything I've ever wanted. Family, friends, travel and the freedom to write what I want when I want to. Because those are my true priorities. As balance is. Turns out I like my success the way I like everything else...
...on a small scale.