And there’s the rub. What IS success, and what is not?
That is what I’m thinking at 5:30 a.m. as I take in a deep breath, smell the essence of my tropical green tea, look outside my window and glory in the darkness and the early morning moon shining through my window.
This, this is my success.
Waking up at 5.
Stretching and pulling and moving my muscles, yoga style, in bed before encouraging the whole lot of them – the cold feet, the sleepy leg muscles, the torso, the heavy head, to rise up from bed and start a new day.
This is success, starting a new day, every day, with freshness and vigor.
But sometimes I, and a lot of us (let’s be frank, it’s human nature), lie in bed in the middle of the night and wonder “why?“.
Why strain and strive for another day, for another “success,” whether it be writing, or banking, running a business or stamp collecting, gardening or wine collecting.
Don’t we all stop once in a while and ask, “what the hell does it matter?”
I sip my tea and watch the harsh blackness of the night begin to slowly, slowly become a softer dark, a black that silhouettes the New England woods. A black that mystifies and entices. These dark shadows soon will be illuminated by the sun’s rays. Objects that are dark now, will soon glow pink and peach and glory in the day.
Like me. That’s what matters. I just want to glory in each day, stretch my body and my mind to wakefulness of the light, and the dark. Wakefulness of the laughter that surrounds me, and the sadness. Wakefulness to the aroma of steaming tea and the soft strain of the classical music in the background.
That’s what makes my day.
Just staying in the moment, moment to moment.
What’s your success?