I don’t have a work ethic at all anymore. In fact, I often feel and behave like a 54-year-old adolescent.
But please remember this:
I came out of the womb responsible. I drove carpool 40 miles away as soon as I got my used car at 16, delivering two little girls to school safely and soundly every day.
I skipped 4th grade, graduated from college at 20 and graduate school at 24. I never missed a day of work unless I was violently ill.
After taking time off for frivolous things like trying to have a family and fighting cancer, nobody wanted to hire me anymore.
So remember this when you judge me (because you will):
I’m the big oak tree you had cut down 10 years ago because of a wicked case of oak blight.
Now you’re confounded by those strange green shoots growing out of the stump that’s me. The one with the roots that extend under your house?
Don’t write me off yet.