Steve is hosting a Success Summit in partnership with Strayer University, to debate and discuss the meaning of success. He is also holding a mini-press conference just to spend time with VIP bloggers (like me!)
I was curious how his PR company found me so I asked. Here is their exact response:
“We chose you because we felt that the event would really resonate with your blog, as you often discuss the meaning of success and how it’s never too late to achieve your goals.”
I have never received this type of honor, all expenses paid, in my eight years as a blogger. I am thrilled!
This caused me to reflect on how my definition of success has changed over my past ten years as a writer.
I am rarely jealous, so I still remember when the blogger who introduced me to this trade, received an invitation to appear on a national talk show simply because of her blog. That was back in 2008. I believe “green with envy” best describes my feelings.
All I wanted when I started out was attention and a tiny sense of celebrity from my efforts. After I started publishing my books in 2009, I dreamed of getting on Oprah and selling thousands. That was my goal.
Over the years I have lost interest in all the things that celebrity brings except increased book sales.
Why? Because my true goal is to help those who suffer as I have from that trapped, anxious, confused feeling of landing in midlife with no real certainty that you will ever complete any of your most important life goals. In fact, most of us cannot even define our goals at that point in time.
The purpose of midlife, according to some of the top psychologists of our time, is to stop and spend some time re-defining what you really need to accomplish before you die. Review the first half of your life to then make the second half better.
We are the first generation of human beings ever to have this time in the middle to re-evaluate, set new goals, and then go on to live another 30 or 40 years.
Don’t miss out.
“Has the universe failed me? No.
Am I hungry? No.
Am I rich in love and health? Yes.
Do I write my soul? Yes.
Then, what is the problem?”
From the book Living on the Spine: A Woman’s Life in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains by Christina Nealson