I woke up this morning listening to music. Music always has moved me in many ways and it helps create my mood. It has given me strength many times when I have been down. And this morning, it moved me in another way.
I’ve been caught up in the rat race of life for many years and have measured myself on how I perceive others to measure me. But there’s only one person I need to measure myself too. Myself. No one else.
In the end, does it really matter I don’t have a white picket fence, a three story home, a dog and a bunch of material things that others can see and judge my success? Success is not about what you own. It is about who you are. It is about how you measure up to yourself. I’ve spent too much time thinking about what I don’t have when I need to think about what I do have. That’s the most important thing. I have my health, two beautiful children.
All I need in life is a tent, a backpack and my legs. That’s what I took with me when I separated. I cared for nothing else. But yet I find myself caring about getting a high paying job on the corporate ladder that leads me back into the rat race I left three years ago.
It’s a time for rediscovery. I’ve been doing that the last few months. It’s time to really look at who I am. I’m a father. I’m a man defined by his love for the outdoors. I’m a writer. Those are what I am. I’m not a guy in a suit and tie that measures himself on corporate wealth. I never have been. And I lost who I am along the way.