Lately, I’ve been thinking about what makes me, well, me. Is it a career, who I married, or what type of clothes I wear? Is it the way I style my hair? Is it my accomplishments, or lack of? Religion? Upbringing? Weight? Hair color?
My Fitbit determines my success by the number of steps I take in a day. I’m pretty sure if I had an accountant, he would determine success by my household income. My dogs determine my success as a mommy by the amount of time I spend cuddling with them and the amount of “people food” I slip them under the table.
Success is determined by so many factors, and everyone has a criterion for it. The bottom line is, you can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the bunch, but there’s always going to be someone who hates peaches.
Still, even knowing this, I have so many thoughts over the course of a day. Many start out like this…”I wish…I was (smarter. prettier. thinner. more successful. had an amazing career. could take a longer vacation. was wittier)”…you get the drift. It’s not that I am not amazingly thankful for what I have, but why are we always left wanting more?
The ugly and the pretty. The mud and the mascara.
While others cannot and should not define you, I do think that it is important how they remember you. What kind of person are you? How do you treat people? What kind of first impression do you make…and second, third, and so on. Do you smile? Are you sincere? When you listen, do you really listen? I think the way we treat people goes a long way to defining who we are.
Humans aren’t meant to be alone; we are meant to interact with others. So much animosity exists in the world, I think it is important to do whatever tiny part we can to counteract that. Hold a door open for a stranger. Smile at someone. Leave your hairdresser a bigger tip than she was expecting. Invite a neighbor over, or take them a homemade apple pie (or a store bought one). There are so many things we can do to make the world a better place. So here, have a piece of pie.