How I Measure Success

Some judge success by fortune or fame. Others judge it on the quality of relationships (friends, coworkers, family) or the positive impact one might be making in society. Success can mean different things to different people.

I’m not here to debate what success is. But let me tell you what success feels like.

Every morning feels like Christmas morning to me. I wake up bouncing off walls and ecstatic to unwrap the gift of the day ahead. I’m oozing with passion. I enter the #KobeSystem. I’m a hungry savage ready to be unleashed into the wild.

16 hours later…

I hop into bed. I spend a few moments reflecting on the day – the challenges, the triumphs, the lessons learned. Then I start to look ahead. The heart starts to race. It feels like Christmas Eve. I can’t wait to open the gifts of tomorrow. I wish I could just instantly be starting the next day. My mind is like a bag of popcorn in the microwave, popping and crackling with ideas, plans, and dreams. My mind stubbornly fights to outlast the battle-worn body. My mind always loses.

This is a pattern I’ve recognized over the years. My feelings of success can be directly measured by how I feel when I start and end the day. When I have that relentless drive to pursue, dream and achieve… I believe I’m on the right track. When every morning feels like Christmas and every night feels like Christmas Eve, I know I’m doing something right.

I love where I spend my time and who I spend it with. I’m happy and excited to “attack the day with a level of enthusiasm unknown to mankind.” [1]. I feel incredibly lucky and blessed.

To me, that is success.

[1] Jack Harbaugh (father of NFL coaches Jim and John Harbaugh) would tell his boys this every day growing up when dropping his sons off at school.


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