300th Post And Taking The Trash Out

I am still a child. I am petty. I cannot stand someone beating me. When life does not go my way I sulk. My anger sinks into self-pity. I still want superiors and colleagues to recognize my greatness.

My grandfather would say "I was full of shit."

Growing up means shitting. It means throwing away childish emotions like self-pity and jealously. It means progressing. It means you love yourself so much you do not worry about others. It is being happy with yourself morning, noon, and night. It is confidence.