I used to think a successful day was one where I’d changed the lives of my clients by empowering them and blowing their minds with kick-ass information literacy skills. Getting a large group of highly qualified medical professionals to learn how to effectively and efficiently locate quality information which I had also taught them how to critically evaluate was pretty high on my list of good ways to spend my day.
Then my successful day was one where I’d taught my daughter to feed herself, or sit up, or count or made her laugh. Being the best mum I could be and giving my daughter the best start in life was my top priority
Then success was a day where I had played the organ and sung at a funeral and my music had touched the hearts of the mourners, bringing them peace but also closer to God and comforted in their loss.
You get the idea. Success is relative.
Post-stroke, a successful day might be getting out of bed, showering myself, getting dressed, getting my own breakfast and lunch…and that would be about it. Any more than that is really a little greedy.
In the past week or two I have had fewer and fewer of those successful days. I’m starting to count a successful day as one where bodily fluids behave themselves.
It’s taken me far too long to start thinking about this but perhaps I shouldn’t be placing so much worth on being successful. Or I should change my idea of what “Success” means. Perhaps it should be addressing questions like “Was I kind to myself and others today?” “Did I smile or give someone else reason to smile?” Perhaps success is just being a good person.
Perhaps today was a successful day.