The lesson I have learned this year is that focusing on well-being is the most vital step to achieving sustainable success -- and that regardless of circumstance and choices made in the past, it is never too late to be transformed.
But what if we were to work harder at being truly happy? What if we defined our true happiness as our ultimate success? Well, all of a sudden, working hard isn't so hard anymore. In fact, it's quite enjoyable!
There is no shame in taking the time to be happy. We won't find the future we have in mind if we just stop searching, working, altogether. But if we calm down and look around, we just might find something better.
We forget that sometimes, whether it is kicking a ball in soccer, making music with a violin or expressing oneself through drawing, joy can be found in the act of doing those things, and not the trophy, the applause or the recognition.
If you find it difficult to celebrate your own achievements, you may have a tendency to sometimes be self-critical, lonely, and perhaps a little resentful. I can say this because I've lived this myself. Here are some tips to embrace your own achievements fully, without qualification.
It's funny to think it was just five short years ago that I brought my oldest son to his very first preschool Valentine's Day celebration. He was so excited and I was just an emotional mama watching him reach yet another milestone.
There are times in your life where you just feel something inside you pushing you to be more, to be bigger. While I know there are so many people in my life who can help me be a better version of myself, I also am learning there is no better person than myself to help me get there.
Our educational attainment is a mix of our biology and what we do with it. Let's help all children reach their highest potential and not blame them for the genetic pool they swim in. Genes are not destiny.
During my divorce, my emotions were all over the board, but as a lifelong overachiever, shame took a particularly strong hold. Here was something that I couldn't fix, something that I had botched completely
My sleep patterns used to reflect those of many other college students. No matter the day of the week, I would drearily walk to bed around 2 a.m. and pass out on top of the covers. This summer, all that changed.