I've had the tough-love lecture from my sister several times now since I decided to stick with the family business almost 3 years ago. It never gets easier every time I hear it. Getting my teeth pulled is more tolerable.
She's right, of course. I'm pissed about that, and the condescending tone. She says (and I agree) that I'm not living to my full potential. It's almost as if I need constant inspirational/ pep talk (as opposed to nagging) to sustain my enthusiasm in the mundane business of cement dealing. I believe I have direction, but it's the degree of progress that's gnawing at me. Almost a crawl. And the distractions... my god, the distractions (this blog included)!
At the risk of sounding corny, there's now Liza to think about. To borrow a phrase from Melvin Udall: she makes me want to me a better man. I want to be a better person, a better employee, a better provider. I will not lose her (or this... thing I call a better life) on account of being a slacker. I won't have it.
So while the cost might be less time spent together, it's for a good cause. Self-improvement. And it will make seeing each other again (perhaps on weekends) all the more gratifying.
2 comments:
man...your posts have this kilig factor that us 30 somethings have forgotten about...except for the nagging part...as we get older there's just more and more of it everyday.
i used to make the same tough love sermon to my youngest bro. shempre, like you, he didn't like it. buti na lang nasa malayo na ako hahahaha.
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