(This is the second post in a series of “getting to know you questions” with wonderful women around the world.)
Toni Hargis and I originally met in the blogosphere (Grampy, that means the world in which I’m writing now – and no, it’s not a dirty word!) when I was living in England as an expat. We met in the flesh in London a few years ago, after Melissa from Smitten by Britain hosted a bloggers meetup. She just so happens to live in Chicago, and has become a good friend of mine. Toni’s answers definitely made me think!
Below is a bit more about Toni:
Toni Hargis is the author of “Rules, Britannia; An Insider’s Guide to Life in the United Kingdom” (St. Martin’s Press), and blogs primarily as Expat Mum. In her spare time she runs a charity, Caring Kid Connections, that funds a private school in Ghana, West Africa. She is a Brit who has lived in the USA for 22 years, a wife and mother of three bi-lingual kids.
1. How do you define success?
As a writer success would obviously be having lots of people buy my work; that would bring some money but the real shine would be that people enjoyed or learned from my work. Accolades and respect from other writers wouldn’t go amiss either; I can see why the Grammys and Oscars are so beloved by actors and musicians. The respect of others in your field would be a big measure of success to me.
As a human (and now we’re getting deep) I think success is being able to look in the mirror and know you’re being the best (ie. kindest and most genuine) person you can be. That can come in many forms, but there’s a satisfaction that can come with doing a lot for others, that you won’t find in a new car, or an expensive pair of jeans. Being comfortable in your own skin – that is personal success.
2. If you could be an animal, what would it be?
3. What is one moment in your life that you would want to relive over and over again, if you could?
Hmm…this is really hard. I don’t think I’ve had one single ecstatic moment that I can think of (perhaps the best is yet to come?) – but lots of great moments.
HOWEVER, THE ONE I WOULD WANT TO RELIVE WOULD PROBABLY BE THE LAST TIME I SAW MY FATHER.
I had just turned twenty, just returned from six weeks in Greece and was on a flying visit home before going back to college. In fact, I was supposed to go straight from the flight from Greece to college, but something made me decide to take the 300 mile detour. It was just a normal weekend, and there’s a photo of me somewhere, clowning around with him and sitting in his lap.
While I wouldn’t have wanted to know that he would die suddenly, less than two weeks later, it would be nice to go back and see him one more time.