My Mum died in August 2016 and since this time our family has unraveled; she was, it transpires, the wool that knitted us close. With her gone the familial woolly is undone.
I always suspected what my Father truly thought of me but when, a few weeks back, he angrily blurted out that I was an abject failure I have to tell you, it stung like a cut chilli shoved in my eye. To be frank I am the eggshell in his omelette and his disdain for my life choices, and belief that his assessment of me is truth, is encouraged by my brother and his wife – card bearing conformists to their core.
This set me to thinking, not for the first or last time I feel sure, as to what constitutes a winner.
For me the answer is as plain as a bag of plain white flour. No oversized mansion or Lamborghini required. Swanky sunshine vacations and bottles of Moet on ice are not necessarily, necessary.
A winner is the person that lives life on their own terms regardless of the judgement of others. Someone who has conviction and belief in themselves and stands solid in their truth and integrity. A person who has empathy for, and generously without expectation, adds value to others.
Period.
With Love xox
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