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I talked to my mother about this very thing earlier this month. It wasn’t a difficult conversation to have, but when I told her I’ve been thinking about putting a time limit on this career, that I may pivot within the next couple of years to some other arena where the fruits compliment the labor, her response surprised me. She said she thought it was a good idea to consider. But like most mothers who are close to their children, she heard more than what I was saying, but how I was saying it. I love what I do, but I talk about what I do like people talk about folks who don’t love them back. And that’s the rub: I have put in the work, the mythical 10,000 hours at this craft (I’m 32, I started writing seriously when I was 12, don’t ask me how I know it’s been 10K hours, it’s been 10K hours damn it), and at most, this game has only given me brief moments of reciprocity for my commitment. That sometimes makes my efforts feel like a fool’s errand.
Do Guys Think About the Consequences of Their Actions?
5 Ways to Forgive and Move On After a Relationship Ends
Should You Keep a Secret From Your Man?
Love Means Never Having to Say You're Sorry - Or Does It?
Buy a Home Before You Find Mr. Right!
3 Ways to Avoid Marrying the Wrong Guy!
5 Mind Games Men Play (And How to Avoid Them)
I talked to my mother about this very thing earlier this month. It wasn’t a difficult conversation to have, but when I told her I’ve been thinking about putting a time limit on this career, that I may pivot within the next couple of years to some other arena where the fruits compliment the labor, her response surprised me. She said she thought it was a good idea to consider. But like most mothers who are close to their children, she heard more than what I was saying, but how I was saying it. I love what I do, but I talk about what I do like people talk about folks who don’t love them back. And that’s the rub: I have put in the work, the mythical 10,000 hours at this craft (I’m 32, I started writing seriously when I was 12, don’t ask me how I know it’s been 10K hours, it’s been 10K hours damn it), and at most, this game has only given me brief moments of reciprocity for my commitment. That sometimes makes my efforts feel like a fool’s errand.