TODAY
There was a time when I measured success by my level of productivity. How many loads of laundry done? How many after-school activity carpools completed? How many words written? How many articles published in a magazine? How many new advertising clients signed?
What did I have to show for it? Plenty! I had a very clean house. My children never missed or were late for the multitude of sports events, dance classes, bar mitzvah lessons, gymnastic competitions, and half dozen other activities they were enrolled in. I had bylines in local publications.
At the end of the day, I would triumphantly cross items off my list, adding on and crossing off the things I did that were not on the list but completed. (Don’t judge. You’ve done it too.)
It was exhausting and no one other than me even cared. Well, my publisher at the magazine did award me bonuses for the outstanding revenue I brought in each month. I even received a desk clock with my name on it, pro…