I feel that I've been successful at work. I think that I've done Good Things™. Things that I've been proud to have done and have others use to make their (work) lives easier and a bit better.
I come home and look at the messy house, the stuff I have to clean off of the picture frames / walls in the kitchen, the stains that I don't think I'll ever get out, the piles of unwashed or washed and unfolded laundry, and the drywall that needs to be repaired in many places.
I look at my kids.
They are the thing that I'm most proud of. The thing that I'm happiest to have played a part in. I feel that raising our kids will be my greatest work, my magnum opus.
I smile as I settle into a couch cushion on the floor surrounded by drifts of toys.
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