Midnight Thoughts: The Man v. The Writer

Sometimes I feel like I’m working my life away. I get online while I’m at work and I see people taking all these vacations and going out with friends and I’m here, building these roads, writing. I keep telling myself working hard now is going to mean freedom later in life. I do believe that but it still gets me at times.

As much as I write about doing things the right way, being accountable, you know what I’ve never done? I’ve never truly begged anyone. Now I know what you’re thinking, should any of us be begging? Probably not but most have. At some point there was some woman or man that you just called five times in a row. A person who’s house you just had to show up to, who’s job you just had to stop by. I have never done that.

My pride is a gift and a curse. I love that about myself but I’m afraid of what that means to me at times. I don’t ask for help even when I need it. I’d rather go without and find a way then depend on others. Even though I know in my heart and mind, you can’t do it alone. No matter how talented or prideful you just can’t do it alone.

I want some peanut butter cookies.

~ Demez F. Whiteletter-xy6k4p