Success doesn’t mean the same thing to me today as it meant 10 years ago.
I don’t want a fancier house or a fancier car. I don’t want scads of jewelry. I don’t want to collect gold fountain pens. I’ve already been to 42 out of 50 states, been to Paris twice, and to England 37 times (my husband is British, so we visit often, both for business and for pleasure.)
So what would show me I’m successful? A housekeeper.
Not a cleaning lady (we have one already), but a real, old-fashioned housekeeper, like the Alice character from The Brady Bunch.
Someone who makes all the meals (with fresh, organic products, of course!), does the cleaning, the shopping, the errands. Someone who makes the vet appointments and takes the car for inspection. Someone who reminds me that people’s birthdays are coming up and makes a killer lemon meringue pie. Does all the laundry — including putting it away — and has a personal relationship with an ironing board.
NOW I have a new image to for my Vision Board!