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After my recent rush of blogging fame, that sweet tang of success, that glorious affirmation that the world was FINALLY listening to all that I had to say (when not getting sodas for everyone), I now have returned to my ordinary life.  And it’s not bad here, I have to say.

Re yesterday’s link problem: although I should have known better than to email those people, duly warned by my brilliant brother that I might thereafter be spammed eternally by republican terrorists, I ended up connecting with a professional  blogger who also knows the author of our “Career Encouragement” feed (see right).   It was a very nice exchange, and the leak seems to be fixed.  So all’s well that ends well, etc., and I’ll just have to ignore that lonely little spike in my daily stats graph until it gradually fades away.

Meanwhile, though,  I really do appreciate the remaining folks who are still reading my blog. (Hi to BOTH of you guys!)

For better or for worse, I hang around with a lot of very successful people, and it is awfully hard not to feel like a failure when I start focusing on their many successes. And let’s not mince words here:  failure sucks.   But as I’m currently watching the suffering of someone I love, I’m realizing that success pretty much sucks, too.  Whenever we tie ourselves to any kind of measuring stick, that damn thing is going to fail us. 

I believe we were all made to labor at something, and that there are few things so good as having meaningful work for our hands and minds to do.  But it is very dangerous to give into the seductive (and commonplace) poison of defining ourselves by our occupations.  Nor should a career ever come at the cost of all the other things that we need just as much or more.