This week I have been wondering a little about what it means to be ‘successful’.   Prompted by a comment someone made somewhere to someone standing next to me (I’ve learnt I need to be hyper-discrete), I’ve been trying to work out what makes one person more successful than another.  And, let me tell you, it’s not all that straightforward.

Despite having had a privileged middle-class privately-educated upbringing, many of my besties didn’t.  We openly (and regularly) discuss how much our personal choices and fortunes are interlinked.  Would I have made those personal choices if I hadn’t had the luxury of certain fortunes?  Or did those fortunes prevent us from making a crucial personal choice?

I’m slightly talking in riddles but the bottom line is simple.  What determines our children's success?  How do we define their success? And can we prevent their success by not allowing them the freedom of personal choice.  I recently wrote a story on my blog about a baker who had all the A grades for a high-powered corporate career but she had made the very personal choice to build a career on her patisserie skills.   Hurrah for her parents for not dictating her future.

Mini wants to be a fashion designer (this week).  Small is talking about taking a trip to the moon. The definition of their success will be a direct reflection of their feelings as they fulfill their dream.  Whatever it is.  And – undoubtedly – the opposite of being successful isn’t always unsuccessful but sometimes plain unlucky.