Someone recently
asked the question on Facebook about what the definition of success was. I
replied that success was when other people asked for your opinion or advice. I
was referring to professional success. If someone values your viewpoint and
actively seeks your counsel, shouldn’t that point to how successful you’ve been
in that career? If you weren’t respected or knowledgeable, no one would care
what you thought or what you would do in his/her situation. They’d avoid you,
let you make your mistakes, and probably laugh at you behind your back (or even
in front of you depending on how sinister he/she was and how bad you were at
your job).
I’ve been
teaching for fifteen years. I feel pretty good about the work I do there every
cycle of 180 days. I see my students growing. I’ve examined the data. I make an
impact.
Now success on a
personal level is a whole other animal. I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m
my own worst critic. I rarely feel successful on a personal level. I doubt
myself constantly. I complete personal projects and wonder almost obsessively whether
or not I’ve just created an amazing masterpiece or an overflowing bucket of
crap. I have encounters with other humans then analyze those encounters from
every angle, worrying that I made the wrong impression, gave off an awkward
vibe, made a fool of myself… oh, the list goes on.
Can we say insecure?
Sure we can. Can we fix it?
Maybe. Though I’m
nearly forty years into my existence and I’ve felt this way since about age
ten. That’s three decades of self doubt. I’m going to need a damn big eraser to
clean that mess up. Perhaps I should just hit the backspace key and have myself
a do over.
Nah. That’s not the
answer.
The answer rests
in one word. Confidence. I sort of feel like Frodo Baggins and his crew. I’m on
a quest. I’m not looking to throw a ring into the fires of Mount Doom though. I
just want to find some confidence. Maybe I need a trip to the wizard in Oz. I’m
sure he’s got a jar full of confidence in his shop. It’s right before the jar
full of brains and after the jar full of courage. (C’mon, you know he’s got
that stuff organized alphabetically, you know, if he were a real wizard.)
At least I don’t
let this lack of confidence keep me from trying things. I try stuff. I just
automatically think I suck at whatever it is I’m trying. I set goals, but call
myself every degrading name in the book as I battle my own demons and try to
reach those goals.
I eventually
reach the goals.
I think.
Maybe.
Sometimes.
What about you?
Where do you think you’re successful? Where do you think you need a little (or
big) push?
Toodles,
Chris
www.christinedepetrillo.weebly.com