My Success: What It Means, How I Got It, and What I Do With It

My success is not based on who I’ve known or slept with; it’s not because of any kind of privileged life, rich friends, colleagues, or family members. I was raised in an inner city neighborhood and came from nothing of what this world calls secure. My parents were not wealthy or influential other than their beautiful hearts.

Everything I have is a result of a lot of hard work…relentless hard work; a measure of talent and gifts, and blatant self-promotion.

And I sure as heck did not sell my soul. Instead, I give it away, as much as possible by being generous and kind when I can…and especially when I can’t…or when there’s nothing in it for me.

I’ve slipped up a few times along the way, burned a few bridges, broken a few hearts, and bruised a few egos…including my own.

But I’ve always picked myself up, dusted myself off, and proclaimed triumph amid diversity, and yeah, jealousy, hurt feelings, shallow waters, and deep dives.

Each time I still somehow manage to mostly rise to the surface of any occasion with the shining bright light that lives within me…that lives within each of us…when we acknowledge its presence.

In this way, my success stems from having a good and strong heart, mind, spirit, and intentions, as I…