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What Does Success Mean to You?
" What you seek is seeking you." - Rumi


What do you seek?
I seek success. However, sometimes it can be hard to pin it down. Each year success means something else to me. Each moment, success can mean something different. I didn't do that thing that I always do-- SUCCESS! I have a focused meditation practice or became aware of something new my body can do--SUCCESS!



Right now, create a list of 5 things that would mean success to you.



Do those 5 things boil up to: BE HAPPY?
If so, and I believe it is, no matter what you aim for, success is about your happiness. Though it is important at some point to give your idea of success specificity, seek your happiness first. Seeking happiness takes the madness out of reaching some end, when it's all just cycles of beginning and beginning again anyway.

Seeking your happiness is not license to be negligent of yourself or others, either. Be careful with this. Happiness is about lining up with YOU, not hurting others/yourself because in the moment, it would feel "good". One way to line up with and check your motives is to ask yourself, "As I seek my happiness, what should I do now?" Wait for the response. Let seeking your happiness be about getting to know yourself, listening and following.

What's even better, if what we desire also desires us, Happiness waits at every door for us and so does Success.

Be Happy,

Courtney 

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