Method to Madness

I keep thinking how you can die from old age. They always tell me nobody is working as hard as you. And even though I laugh it off, man, it's probably true.

There is a line from Drake's song "Light Up" that always hits home, and it's posted on my desk in the form of a Post-It note. There is no question I work hard, and people wonder if I work more than 40 hours in a week. Quite honestly, I probably work close 40 hours a week — and before you ask, I don't count hours that I sit around waiting and messing around, it's not fair to myself — and it's a more a matter of me liking what I do. If I don't have to design newspapers, then I could really write and chase stories until my fingers go numb.

The reality of the situation is that I don't really care how many hours I work. I don't care how much work I do. I honestly don't care who benefits from my work. Quite frankly, it's not about them. It's about me. I work for me. I work to improve my writing, my drive and desire to become legendary. I'm fully aware of that I lack the natural talent that comes with other writers, so I know I have to work harder, study more and take in as much as I can. Will I burn out? Naturally, all of us do. That's when I take one day for myself and recharge. All I need is 24 hours of me time.

The thing that helped me come to this decision was the reality of my situation. I'm single. I have no one to take care. I have nothing hold me back. I have nothing but myself and my faith to carry me through whatever I'm going. Who knows, my future maybe in the Southwest, but I have to give this career a try. I can't give up on it because I hit a glass ceiling. When did I become a quitter? I'm not giving up on something I worked so hard for and my dream isn't going to come to an end because it got hard at the end.

I'm not giving up. I just want to be successful and with my success will rely on how hard I work. Just watch and bear witness to what I'm capable of. To my friends, just come with for the ride.