I'm glad I'm successful at it, because it's allowed me to live very well financially, and give my kids a lot of things. It's enabled me to do stuff that I otherwise wouldn't be able to do. But it's not who I am.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I didn't inherit any great success and the problems that came with it, and yet I was able to keep working and supporting myself and later a family. I'm crazy fortunate.
I have two children. I gave up a lot for my career, but I'm very happy for it. I've done what I've always thought was best for me and my family.
I feel incredibly successful. I make a living as a writer and am able to help support a big family, my church, my bleeding-heart causes.
Success to me is being able to do what I love, make a living at it and to support myself and the ones I love.
As a lower-class kid, I was raised to think success would be owning stuff. Having that great job, too. Now I find my parents' dream was wrong. You never really own anything. And you're never really finished as a person.
I always saw myself wanting to do something deemed successful and good at the same time.
I became quite successful very young, and it was mainly because I was so enthusiastic and I just worked so hard at it.
Making money is marvelous, and I love doing it, and I do it reasonably well, but it doesn't have the gripping vitality that you have when you deal with the happiness of human life and with human deprivation.
I'm happy for the success that I've had, but I've worked so hard at it.
I'm glad I've never been so successful that I couldn't stop doing one thing. I've kind of been able to just kick it along and switch around.