For as far back as I can remember, I held one visualization of having “made it”. I would have attained success when the start of my work day included strolling down a big city street, swinging (not too hard as to hit a passerby and start a city scene, though), a leather briefcase (you name the designer), walking into a skyscraper to ride the elevator to the 21st floor, plopping down in my soft as a baby’s skin leather chair, and making two complete rotations to capture (1) the amazing city scape and (2) my employees peering into my office window. This mini success commercial has been with me for so long that although my day begins with dropping my daughter off to school then racing in a four door sedan to the park and ride, every now and then, I replay my commercial and smile.

Today, as I walk my city streets, a simple glimpse at my reflection in a glassed building puts me face to face with the woman I have become…A woman whose scarred knees bring back memories of the shared stories, pain and laughter of those who too had fallen on their roads…A woman whose limp has given her a new definition of having “made it”. Success, for me, is having the courage to stand up and keep walking no matter how many falls or failures there have been - - and perhaps getting a few good rotations in a top of the line recliner.
