A few weeks ago I wrote a post about being successful and my own personal meaning about it. In summary I thought:
Success is doing something you enjoy, being happy and able to make it.
Whether you are working and doing something completely different then your major in college…
Whether you are taking care of your child and enjoying it…
Whether you are taking risks and making personal changes…
Whether you are doing something you swore you would never do…
I hinted last week that I didn’t need material items right now to make me feel happy or successful. I do crave the support of friends and family-both of which I have. I can honestly say I have the absolute best friends in the entire world. It is a great feeling to say that both my family and friends would do anything for me and I would do anything for them.
I haven’t always had this mindset though. In college and even after, I had the mindset to always bite off more than I could chew. I wanted to be the best at multiple things. I would rather be a jack of all trades versus specialize in one or two different ideas.
I’ve been asked a lot about the comparison trap and how I stay content with being myself. I’m not the world’s best blogger, I’m not the fastest runner, I’m still actively seeking a job and yet I feel happy and content with my life-despite it not being everything I had hoped for post college.
I think about how I desperately needed two solid months off of running after the marathon. I watch as countless runners and bloggers can do shake out runs the day after or even the week after. I was barely able to move for two weeks after let alone get into serious running. I needed far more time to both physically and mentally recover from the marathon.
In college you are given an image that you feel you should strive to be. Post college you should be applying for jobs and be hired within a couple of months for a job full time with benefits. As far as your social life, you keep good friendships with your college friends. Your college sweetheart and you get married a few months after graduation. You make good friends with your new found coworkers as well as people with similar interests outside of work.
Then within a couple of years you have saved enough to put a down payment on a house. Now you’re set? Right? You have a perfect job, perfect spouse, house and perhaps a couple of pets. (Lord knows I’m not a pet person).
So here you are at the ripe age of 25 living the dream. Or at least that was the impression that my college gave me.
I’m only 23 so I guess I have a few years to go. I can guarantee you that probably none of that will be my life at 25. I hope to have a job, I know I won’t be putting a down payment on a house and I know I think it’s highly unlikely I’ll have pets.
I do know one thing-that I’ll be content with myself. I’ll be happy if I am working, enjoying my life and enjoying the process that is life. I think the more I think about this topic, the more I realize that there is no single measurement for happiness. My life is nothing as I thought post college. My life is nothing as I thought it would be six months ago…and you know what?
I’m okay with that. I’m enjoying each stride.
Finally, don’t forget to vote friends! I’m starting to catch up! 🙂