What is the Results Don't Matter?
As a member of the millenial generation, I'm all too familiar with the "results" trap. I was thinking about this recently, as I've been working my way through Pioneer Girl, the recently published autobiography of Laura Ingalls Wilder, and have also been re-reading her original books.
One of the things that strikes me is that - on the surface - Laura's family doesn't seem to be much of a success. Their results are often minimal, and even when they are successful, their results (a good garden, a snugly built cabin) are primarily only enjoyed by their family.
I wish I could find content in mere self-sufficiency, but I constantly fall prey to the same old insecurities. Am I successful? Am I doing enough? Is it enough that I just kept two small people alive today? Is it alright if my book proposal or article is rejected for publication? What do I have to accomplish to make my life "worth it?"