5:52 A. M.
Groggy, but awake.
In no particular hurry to start the day nor motivated to grab my pillow and embrace additional slumber.
So I think.
I think about what I became.
Because if we don’t stop every once in a while and review the journey, we will fail to acknowledge the value of the miles.
There was never anything special about me. Growing up in a very small town, quality was measured in tiny increments so as to give everybody a chance to be honored.
But especially when I found myself moving into larger villages and then cities, my talent was often weighed in the balances and found wanting.
At that point I had a choice: I could give up, or I could give out.
Giving up was finding a perch suitably small enough to make my offering seem valuable.
Giving out, on the other hand, was admitting lack and trying to find how much grit and mortar I had inside, to build a better possibility.
On those mornings when I awake early, without need of leaping into action, I like to look at what I became:
- Moderately attractive
- And sufficiently disguised
Still, I have mustered a life complete with family, fundamentals and a future.
It’s pretty remarkable.
So if any young person would ask me what the key is to success, I would reply very simply, “Stop looking for it. Start doing a daily evaluation … and celebrate what you became.”
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