A Family That Cares #Prekill
That day I came clean…
I speak to them every Sunday without fail. They are always excited and happy to see me.
But for approximately 52 Sundays I haven’t been able to give them the full truth of what I’m doing during the work day.
They were so happy with my fancy job at the heart of downtown. I was a trader, I had finally made it and all was perfect.
These things we build up in our heads man.
I told my Mom and she was completely ok with it. What!!?
She said she could tell there was something heavy but I didn’t press the issue.
What she said next was the most encouragement I’ve received in a while. She mentioned that this time around is different. Indeed it is.
I told her that I didn’t want to put her and my Father through the stress that I caused when I went for it the first time at age 25.
They were appalled that I assumed that I should protect them from the truth of my existence. The way I live and who I am. They accept that I’m a risk taker, I know it now. I also know, with them behind me, the reason I’m doing this in the first place can fuel me as I make my way.
Moral of the story is don’t assume that people won’t understand your journey, just be open about it and get over yourself. The ego is a mutha.