Now I look back on that definition of success and laugh. It's shallow and so not who I am. I'm not crafty, even if I try to be. Right now, my husband is lucky if dinner is even started when he gets home. My apartment is a mess because my baby has trouble napping during the day. My husband is far from being a doctor. He's a law student so we're living off student loans and a meager paycheck. And that large house? I traded it for a 600-square foot apartment.
But, I've never been happier. I wouldn't have it any other way. Except for maybe the house. I'd love to have my own house.
But for now, as long as my family is happy and healthy, and our needs are met, I'd call that success.