Doing it right

Tonight I went to a party with some friends who are wonderful people. But they are also incredibly successful in a way I never will be (archivists don't rake in the money. It's just not a thing). Of course, they are also done with their careers, so they're in a completely different stage of life and it isn't remotely fair to compare myself with them. It's apples and peanut butter. Not the same thing (although tasty together). Even so, it's hard to not feel overwhelmed and inadequate.

But then I came home and saw this:

Which could only be the product of the elders I work with. And you know what? I may never have a house in Cozumel, but I'd take this over spare houses any day. I think I'm doing something right.