Thursday, September 13, 2012

Defining Success

My parents recently asked me what my plan is now that the kids are getting older. You see, I’ve been home with them for almost 8 years now. I guess they are wondering where I see myself going career-wise and if I’ve given it any thought.

This question doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is the tone behind the question. You see, I’m starting to wonder if maybe my parents are somehow disappointed in me for not pursing a career in order to stay home with my kids. I’m highly educated, after-all, and growing up my mom worked full-time. It only seems natural to them that I find traditional employment – not only for the income but for self-fulfilment.

I’ve been fortunate to be able to stay home with my kids. BTW – this decision was not an easy one to make, nor is it an easy job.  It’s thankless, really. But this is the choice I made when Angel # 1 was only a teensy little thing. My priorities shifted. I couldn’t bare the thought of leaving her all day long to go to a job that I was bored with. I cried for months before making the decision. And you know what?  I haven’t looked back.

Life is too short for regrets. I have none. I made the right decision for ME and my family. This alone has been fulfilling. This leads me to my next question – how does one define success?

Success is all a matter of one’s perspective. We have individual needs and goals. No two people are the same.

In the last 2 years, I’ve managed to take training and courses and find employment doing what I LOVE. My passion for fitness far outweighs my need to climb the corporate ladder. No – my job is not lucrative but it’s meaningful. It’s fulfilling and it’s fun. I get to combine my love of working out with teaching. I love being centre stage. I love changing people’s outlook on fitness. And most of all, I like putting a smile on people’s faces so when they leave the gym they feel great, they look great and they can’t wait to come back for more.

I made the decision to become a fitness instructor because I wanted more out of life for me. I wanted to have something that I was good at outside of the home. The transition has been gradual and it’s not over. I’m still learning. I’m teaching more than ever and, I hope, making a positive name for myself. I’d love to see my career in the fitness world blossom. I’m even considering taking some courses to be able to teach fitness to students who want to make a career out of it. The opportunities are endless. I see a bright future ahead of me and I look forward to the challenges.

I KNOW I’m successful. I love my husband and daughters. I get to spend a ton of time with my family. I have an immediate and extended family that love me (or so I think). I have amazing friends. I have a job that I’m passionate about and that I’m great at. I’m healthy (fingers crossed) and happy. I get to travel and see the world.

The way I see it, I’ve accomplished almost everything I set out to do as a young adult. I have a man who loves me. I had my own kids, instead of adopting (which was my plan in high school), I write everyday on my own blog, I workout all the time and I get to see different parts of the world. I feel like I can check off all the right boxes.

My parents instilled the above beliefs and values in me as a child. Yes, I know a parent’s work is never done. But my parents don’t have to worry.  My life continues to be fulfilling. And guess what?  When it’s not, I’ll be smart enough to recognize it and make the necessary changes. Their job is to trust that I will make it happen.

Simply Yours,


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The Husband September 14, 2012 at 4:41 pm

Great post! I remember when you used to lay out your family + life goals when we’d talk. You’ve hit so many of them. Having more keeps you from getting bored. You’re a doer. Doers never run out of goals.


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