Monday…Oh, Monday, I’ve never really had a foul relationship with you, but today, you’re breaking me! I haven’t been sick-sick in over three years, so when the plague of germs finally did hit me this past week, it was crushing. But did I rest or stop? Nope. For some strange, inexplicable reason, my reaction was rage. I simply could not admit defeat!
My definition of success often changes, on some level or another, as goals shift and take new form, but my core values and thoughts on the subject have never changed. Though I’ve sought success through academia, awards, accolades, and throughout my professional career, true success to me is the happiness that I’ve found in everything that I’ve done.
When times get rough and my emotions just seem to mull out of control, I so desperately miss dancing. I always found I best expressed myself through movement. Dance and music were my reason for getting up in the morning. It was my everything, my heart, my soul and my future. But, when the unexpected happened, and I got injured and very ill, I had to find a new outlet. And honestly, I’m still struggling to find that.