I’m a small, petty man

Some days are great. Some days are so great, I think of the people who said I wasn’t good enough or wouldn’t achieve anything and I chuckle. A select few girls that turned me down come to mind, but I’m not naming names; if karma does exist I have no desire to mess things up. Bragging should be out of the question simply as a matter of manners.

And yet, some small part of me looks at my bank statement and earnings, the view off my balcony, the beach I just got paid to lounge on… I don’t want to brag in a “You could have had this” kind of way, because that would just be gauche. It’s more about self-satisfaction and knowing that I can achieve more than some naysayer’s estimation of my potential.

Never listen to anybody who puts limitations on your potential. Work hard, keep your chin up, and prove ’em wrong. Because some day, if you stay the course you know to be true, you’ll hear Toby Keith singing How Do You Like Me Now?! and smile.

4 thoughts on “I’m a small, petty man

  1. I’ve always believed in you, and I think you know that. You are finally fulfilling the potential I always knew you had. I’m very proud of you and love you very much.


  2. I can totally relate. I worked for a security company at a critical infrastructure facility and was a shift supervisor. Their attitude was that I couldn’t do better. I left to become the Director of Security for another company and took the good employees with me.

  3. I was a longtime listener of your podcast, but I just discovered this blog. This message really resonated with me. When I was about 20, my stepfather told me that I was “a burden to society and I would never amount to anything”. Of course I was in school getting my BS in aerospace engineering at the time and he was working the same job he had while going to school, setting up and maintaining the physics lab at a local JC.
    I don’t want to brag too much, but currently, hardware that I designed is sitting on the moon, orbiting the Earth, and moving around on Mars. He still has the same job, but is no longer married to my mother.

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