Good evening, ladies, and gentlemen.
I'm here to present to you my successes in life. Although, thinking about it, I can't think of any.
I think everything about me is all in progress. The cross stitch project that I started ten years ago is still in progress. Hey, it's twelve pages long and I'm halfway there. Yeah, excuses, excuses.
A fiction story that I've been meaning to finish and planned to self-publish is still in progress. Hey, it's hard to write a story.
I always have to remind myself to show, not tell. I have to word everything that I imagined. Okay, not everything, reading ten adjectives in a row is a headache. And the hardest part for me is writing a realistic dialogue. You have to be the character, feel what they feel. And when you're at it, out of nowhere there's, Mom, can I use this glass? Mom, can I borrow your pencil? Mom, there's something on the floor! See, it's hard.
Don't look at me like that, I'm not a published author. But when I finally finish it, I'll be one haha. But..it will be self published, mind you. It means that it'll be just the minimum number of copies just so I can display it on my shelf to remind myself of the sweat and blood I poured into it. Hah! Gotcha!
Thinking about it, my definition of success is something that was done and you're happy about it. You jump for joy or maybe it is a source of your relief. My definition of it is something that you have been doing for a long time and finishing it is an achievement.
It might be the reason why I don't see things as a success. I'm really good at hoarding in-progress stuff. Even myself is in progress. Wait, I read that somewhere. If my memory serves me right, it was an article by @zellypearl Yup, I was right, it's here You Are A Work In Progress. Hah! I'm not getting senile yet.
Although, there are things that were a relief that I could consider a success. And things that are a success but are still in progress. Let me name a few.
I have mentioned in one of my articles that I have Placenta Previa in my second pregnancy. Why was it an ordeal? Because it was so damn hard.
It was fine in the first three months, but come the last six months. I had to lie down all day. Any sudden movements or even stress would cause bleeding, it can even result to premature labor. I was scared the whole time, not for myself but for my child.
I have talked to her a million times, even plead to her that if she could just hold on a little longer. We just have to finish the 8th month and she will be ready.
How I asked God a million times to spare my child. Especially during my bleeding moments. Especially during those days when my baby would not move. Dagnamit, it scared the shit out of me. It felt like being sucked in a blackhole while also pleading to my child to move.
By God's grace, we passed the ordeal. It was a success for both of us, surviving together the difficult nine months.
You do that in front of my mom, she'll whack your behind.
As a child, we were being disciplined by whacking. Not doing what was told? Whack. Throw a hissy fit? Whack. Grumble when she's lecturing? Whack. Talk back? Whack. Disrespect them in any way? That's a big whack.
But I don't do whacking. I don't know why, even in my highest point of anger I just can't. But having to deal with a rather curious child while having my patience and my temper in check, I successfully mastered a skill. That's right, heaving a sigh.
Just the other day, I told my eldest daughter to keep quiet because her little sister was sleeping. Instead of just zipping it like I asked, I was bombarded with questions pertaining to what if she needed to sneeze, what if she needed to do this and to do that. My goodness, I just told her to keep it down.
Now this is where my skill comes in handy. I heave a sigh, and it's done. She would move and continue with whatever she's doing.
I guess it all started when she began testing her boundaries. During those times I would tell her that I'm not gonna hear anymore excuses followed by a sigh. Later on, it became just a sigh, she already knew what it meant.
In this platform, aside from RR, we are here for the community too. As what @HappyBoy has stated in his entry, it is a success for him for every meaningful comments, upvotes and appreciation he got from his articles is a success. Well, I couldn't agree more.
I have the same sentiment when someone really enjoys reading my articles. I write things in a weird way, that's how I enjoy writing. It's really a boost of my confidence when someone actually likes it.
The very important success to me is being able to get by the day without major problems. Being complete in one roof every sleeping and waking moments. Being healthy and away from illness in these uncertain times.
How about you, would you like to share your successes in life?
This is my entry of the weekly writing prompt Success.
If you have successes in mind that you'd like to share, come, join. All you need to do is
Write it in your own words (that covers 100% original). Make sure it's 600 words too for RR's sake.
Submit it to PromptlyJonica, this is a community. I forgot, you have to join the community first before you can submit.
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