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My “own definition of success” is a phrase that stirs my thoughts. I don’t know if I have ever had one of my own or if I have, it’s far too ethereal for the left brain worlds.

I’ve accomplished that of my parents (getting good grades, graduating, creating a life I can pay for myself).

I’ve accomplished that of friends (shown up for them at important times)

I’ve accomplished that of many professors (memorizing what they deemed important, finishing a quiz with 100% correct)

I’ve accomplished many a small success (I won the winter contest against the digging squirrel with the scent of peppermint and vinegar so that I have many pots of blooming tulips)

Yet for myself? It seems my successes have few measurable outcomes.

To be kind, to serve, to walk more gently every day..

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