Some writers on a forum were having an interesting discussion the other day: how do you define success? Everyone has his or her own standards, of course. For some, it means achieving a certain income goal. For some, it comes in the form of accolades and acceptance. To others, it’s more in the personal things– family, partner, children. And many more find it in the acceptance of self, in finding peace.
I don’t actually like the concept of “success” because it’s such a vague word and we’re all successes and failures at different points in time in different aspects of life.
I do have long-term goals though, and two very important ones were to (1) have an office to call my own, and (2) get health insurance. Because you know, in America, there were times when I should have gone to a doctor and I didn’t. I couldn’t afford to pay hundreds of dollars out of pocket only to be told by the insurance company that it wasn’t covered. That says more about the American healthcare system than it does about any of my personal failings, but for several years now, I’ve lived in fear of having an accident or falling sick.
In India, it’s hard for me to get any kind of proper healthcare because I’m a freelancer and hence not reliable. I can’t be trusted to make payments on time. I mean, I can’t even get a credit card, let alone any kind of health coverage. The last time a credit card salesperson called me, she asked, “Free Lands? Is that the name of your business?” and when I explained it was F-R-E-E-L-A-N-C-E, freelance, she asked me what freelance meant. I told her to look it up in the dictionary and hung up.
So. Office and healthcare. If I had those, I figured, that would be a huge professional achievement.
Well, I do finally have an office (that I LOVE, by the way), and as of this morning, thanks to the superhuman efforts of my gorgeous and wonderful mother, I have health insurance.
That has to count as some kind of success, doesn’t it?

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