"Everyone wants to be successful until they see what it actually takes."
I saw this quote on facebook this week. I don't know who said it, but it was accompanied with a picture of a ballerina's bleeding and bandaged feet. Success looked pretty painful.
And I bet you saw the picture of the physician after losing a 19-year-old patient that went viral last week. A moment of "failure" . . . probably after doing everything he was humanly capable of doing.
As I consider these two images, thoughts are swirling in my brain. Success is such an interesting concept. One word, but defined so differently from person to person. Are we only a success when we've reached the point of being a "prima ballerina"?
I once ran a half marathon. It was hard. It left my feet a mess, and gave me aches I still deal with. Am I a failure since I now choose to run shorter distances? I don't see it that way. I see it as a success that I still run.
A person who writes a book, but never gets an agent or sells it . . . are they a failure? I don't see it that way. I think they are a success for finishing the book.
Now don't get me wrong. I believe very strongly in working hard to achieve something. And I don't think we should hand out awards just for showing up (I really hate the trophies they give to everyone for just playing rec soccer or whatever). But as we celebrate the small successes, they can keep us moving forward when everything else would tell us to stop. Give up.
Work hard. Do your best. Don't give in. And when you reach a milestone, celebrate! Don't be afraid to recognize the quiet successes that litter our lives.
What is your most recent quiet success? I'd love to celebrate with you!