Whether I am rich, successful, attractive, or famous depends on whose yardsticks are applied– by some metrics, I am all of those, by others, I am none of those.
What I do take pride in, however, is trying to keep consciously choosing my way through much of life. I don't set formal goals in a list (usually), but I have specific directions and each year seems to bring me closer to things I want. Sometimes the wants shift, and what looks like progress becomes a circuitous route, but at least I am defining the direction.
That said, I am enormously gratified today to be reading one of those “7 Habits” books (“Living the 7 Habits: Stories of Courage & Inspiration”), and to find that I am actually *practicing* the habits/principles.
Clearly I still have self-esteem issues to feel so *incredibly validated* by this, but hey, that's life. The extent of the dark cloud of doubt that I habitually carry is only illuminated at times like these, where I get a joyful flash of incredulous lightning: “I'm doing something RIGHT!! I'm really doing it!! Just kind of organically as I live my life! (happy dance)”
Of course, I picked out the habits and wrote 'em down, and put a copy in my Hipster PDA to remind me. No harm in being a bit more conscious about it. And when I feel futzed up, I can look at the card and remind myself. Purrrrrrrr.
Relentless Inquiry 
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