On The Nature Of Success

It's funny how people define success - I'm talking about work. For some it is about the amount of money they have made; for others it is how many contracts or the size of their business. I realised today that my measures are very different and personal. I have recently joined an international training organisation as a some-time lecturer, my business is growing and doing well and to some extent it has felt slightly... unreal. Today, however, I became a success.

My friend, I love her dearly, has always viewed me as a bit of a butterfly (justified, I have a low boredom threshold), as someone who plays at working (well, I don't know about you, but I have to love what I'm doing or it's drudgery) and who has regularly made "Hrumph!" noises when I have talked about my 'work'.

Tonight, as I lay sparko in my snuffly, cold and achy bed trying to get well enough to face the hairdresser tomorrow, she telephoned. My beloved answered the phone as I was unconscious and took a query from her about... work!

Good Goddess, it seem she has taken me seriously and wanted to know something from me on a professional level. When I woke up and was told this, I felt like I had just pulled in a £1M contract. How silly is that? It doesn't matter that I'm quite capable of standing in front of fee paying students to lecture them, it doesn't matter that new clients are rolling into the business at a faster rate that I have days to service them or any other the other measures that normal people would use. For me, knowing I'd 'made it' was getting that phone call.

I suppose, now that I have cracked that, I shall have to find something else to drive me on. Oh, I know! I want that large chunk of land so I can have my Wicca centre - that's a good carrot.