What does success look like to you?

Paint your picture of success (not literally because I assume you are like me and can barely draw stick people). Feel free to send me your drawing though. For real, send it to me. Facebook it or email me your drawing to bookdani@danimedin.com). This will be entertaining and I love to laugh.!

Focus Medin. Back to the point of this.

What does success look like to you? In your head. Visualize it. Visualize success.


What does it look like?

What does it feel like?

What does it taste like?

What does it sound like?

What does it smell like?


Should this be an easy task? Should this be a hard task? As I sit here writing this, I literally was going to first say this should be an easy task. But then, I thought again, and thought, and well, this should be hard. Or maybe it is hard for you. Like it is for me. For me to define success…that isn’t easy. As a journalist, I did my research.

The definition of success according to  the Merriam-Webster dictionary is (note the “simple” definition):

Simple Definition of success

  • : the fact of getting or achieving wealth, respect, or fame

  • : the correct or desired result of an attempt

  • : someone or something that is successful : a person or thing that succeeds


Now, the definition of success according to Urban Dictionary is “not sucking”. And this was thrown in there:

At age 4 success is not peeing in your pants.
At age 12 success is having friends.
At age 16 success is having a drivers license.
At age 20 success is having sex.
At age 35 success is having money.
At age 50 success is having money.
At age 60 success is having sex.
At age 70 success is having a drivers license.
At age 75 success is having friends.
At age 80 success is not peeing in your pants


Well, I am at a loss for words. And I talk a lot. I think a lot of life. Death. The concept of time. The concept of living up to your potential. The concept of living your dreams. Doesn’t this all mean something to do with success?

Success to me is in a variety of things. It is the simple things in daily life that I achieve like not killing anyone. Not yelling at anyone. Getting in my workout. Not drinking wine instead of coffee in the morning. Successfully getting booked for my job. Successfully completing a job. Successfully landing another [job]. You get the point.

But the important thing here is that success is what drives me. It is why I live this crazy life. I think gymnastics taught me success and what I learned in the gym I took with me onto the race track. I take it with me on the jobs and gigs that I have. I think about success as I write the 100 list of things I want to accomplish in my life and places I want to go, and I as I do them I cross them off as a “success”.  I love the feeling of success. I love being able to say that was a success!

What is your greatest success? Damn, that is a hard one for me. I have always been a big dreamer. I have always wanted to be the best. Be the best. Prove people wrong. Prove myself wrong. Of course, all of this comes with failure. But some of it comes with success. As you see, I couldn’t answer that question. I don’t know if that is a good or bad thing.

Today’s success…finishing my Dani on the Daily media kit. I hope this blog brings me success financially. I hope I am successful in my networking and job opportunities. I hope I can successfully get some modeling gigs out of this. I hope before I die, that I lived a life of success.

I wish you success in all that you do. I wish you success in the morning. I wish you that you achieve success by the end of the day. Chat with me. I love reading comments and interacting with you.

Cheers to success!




  1. My “Picture” of success is pretty simple.

    Picture and old man, Tall, large built like an ox, long grey hair and an even longer grey magnificent beard. This Man is sitting on the open front porch of his hand built custom cabin home. Resting in his rocking chair overlooking his 50 acres of wilderness. The love of his life signing her favorite song behind him from the house as she gets dressed for the night.

    The success he has, is his legacy. The house, the field, the cars and hot rods, all paid for, all his.
    The sun slowly setting as an afternoon summer breeze carries in. He thinks about the business he created and left to his kids so they might achieve the same dreams but only after he taught them the lessons of hard work. He sips his scotch with a rock of the chair and it takes him back the his days at the race track, the good times, the crews and the wins. Even the losses that made the wins that much sweeter. All of which led up to this… This night . His induction to the Motorsports Hall of fame as a mechanic and car builder.
    All of his friends, family and loved ones will be there. But this night is only about validation for him not the glory. Its the validation that all his long nights, days on end with no sleep, the blood, the learning, the loosing, the loss of freinds and women, all due to the necessary sacrifice it took the be the best are finally recognized. And in his “success”, he knows, his real success is measurable only to him. So he slowly rocks back in his chair raises a glass the sky to make a toast, “This was life worth living!, and I did it my way”.

    1. I can’t even right now!! Insert monkey emoji. Since I am from Minnesota, the sudden envision of Babe and his Blue Ox were clearly pictured. I love your picture though. It is a good one.

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