For me success is often bound up in transition and how I have been able to handle that. What I have gained, what I have lost, and what new meanings I have found. Of the many stories in my life that illustrate this point, I think one of the most poignant is the story of a doll, lost, then found, and the new meaning that was found with her.
I had a doll version of the Disney little mermaid. Her hair was fire red, no not fire red, fire truck red. That color. I was beautiful. She had a fake mermaid tail that slipped over her legs and a lilac seashell bra. I think at some point she had a dress but I never fancied it much. For me it was her hair, and the way her human legs would emerge from her mermaid tail.