10/06/2026
You know, it has been fifteen years since I was told, “I’m proud of you.”
At the time, I thought she said it because that is just what mothers do. But now I understand she meant it. She believed in me at times when I didn’t even know how to believe in myself.
I spent too many years working hard, trying to make people love me. I gave up on dreams because dreams don’t always pay the bills. I learned that not everybody around you will support you, because your progress can make them face what they refused to chase.
Greed is everywhere now. It is not just people wanting your money. They want your time, your peace, your energy, and sometimes even your joy.
But there will never be enough money in this world to make me worship it. I can say that because I still get up every day and go to work. I pay my own bills. I carry my own weight. I have never needed someone else to do that for me.
And maybe that is why she was proud of me.
Not because I had it all figured out.
Because I kept going.