I’m on TV (kind of)!
The spotlight is on and I should feel super human…this is should be a glowing note of “Look at Me!”
…Except I feel anything but.
The very distinctive possibility of losing my Dad has made every accomplishment insignificant, hard to celebrate.
You thought they were disappointed because you are not an accountant, a lawyer, a doctor. You insisted on going your own way, make career choices they don’t understand, travel to strange places they can’t find on a map. You say you inherited the stubbornness. You made peace with having been a disappointment. What you didn’t know is the refusal to color inside the lines made them more proud than if you are a lawyer-doctor-banker.
Thank you Dad.
Thank you for letting me go enough to become a multi-track career hybrid whose life is worthy of 5 minutes of television.