the definition of success is highly personal, and yes, of course it changes.
Neither rocket scientists nor brain surgeons performed better at the cognitive tests than citizens from the general public.
No, I’m not surprised that I wrote two blogs on this particular topic (actually, I’m surprised it’s only twice), but rather that two posts had the same focus. In fact, I rather expected that to be the case, which is why each title includes a date. See, the reality is that after four hundred posts, even I don’t remember them all.
I’ve tried to write pieces of pure strangeness that I hope has made you laugh, and I’ve tried to frighten you out of your mind with some of my short stories. I’ve included scientific entries that I hoped would expand your mind, and political pieces that I hope made my readers think more critically. I’ve written pieces on depression that I hope made my fellow depressed colleagues feel less isolated and alone, and I’ve written encouragement pieces that I hope made everybody feel a little bit better about whatever situation they might be in.
I made it. The goal I had set for myself twenty some odd years earlier had come to fruition. But, somehow, it was anti-climatic.
it seems like far too many people around me are also waiting. They are waiting for different things of course; some are waiting for that "special somebody", some are waiting for a better job, some are waiting for the political system to change, but there is a lot of waiting.