Last night, walking in the door from work, it hit me...people really do think insults are motivation. I never got it. Always comparing myself to everybody else’s “success” and feeling like I’m behind. Funny thing? I was doing stuff they couldn’t even dream of, but their words still made me question myself.
Like, every time I did something good, their reactions were always… skeptical. Always something like, “Oh wow, another graduation? Those kids are gonna take all the jobs. You’ll be broke.”
Meanwhile, I’m moving, state to state, making money, doing work they wouldn’t even know existed. No one believed in what I was doing except me. And that’s the kicker. That’s where the perseverance comes in.
I’ve realized it doesn’t matter if I fit their idea of “success.” It’s about sticking to what I’m doing, staying true, even when no one else sees it. That’s my measure. That’s my success.
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