that kid who understood what needed to be done to look great, but only did enough to achieve true excellence when it satisfied my desires. Other people’s opinions, accolades, and awards never really meant shit to me.

Whenever I‘ve wanted something bad enough, I went out and got it. If I didn’t want something or had no need for it, I did enough to get by, but I wasn’t losing sleep over.

Honestly, that’s probably my best and worst trait. With very rare exceptions, Pleasing others brings me little joy. I’m selfish and I know it. It’s both a strength and a defense mechanism. And for better or worse, it’s been a major part of who I am.

Surprisingly, I either do a good job of hiding my innate lack of need for acceptance or I’m nicer than I think I am. At least that’s what the Blind Spot in my Johari Window tells me.