When I was 17, I thought success looked like a college degree, a corner office, and a hefty paycheck. Now, at 37, success is keeping the kids alive, drinking coffee before it gets cold, and navigating Legos like they’re landmines. If I could go back, I’d tell my younger self not to take herself so seriously. A college degree won’t define you, your job isn’t who you are, and nothing is more fulfilling than being a devoted wife and mother.