She got involved with the wrong men and pined incessantly when the relationships ended. Eventually, she could take no more break-ups, no more failed encounters with the opposite sex. The next man who abandoned her came home one evening to find she had been trailing him, like a stalker. At that point, she took off the rose-colored glasses and, for the first time, looked at the patterns of her life, honestly and openly. She reflected on her upbringing, on the possible damaging effects.
Success is a matter of the spirit.
Success is a place of happiness and a hearth of harmony. It's a kind of warm and fuzzy, love-filled sensation that arises when all is well with one's thoughts. Clearly, we swell with pride when we've beaten the odds and turned humble beginnings into a slice of the American Dream. Of course, not all of us have stormy beginnings. To embrace them doesn't mean dwelling on the mishaps or focusing on what went wrong.