|Simulation of me failing at napping...|
Like most parents, my mom and dad always supported me in my endeavors when I was a child. As long as they were appropriate endeavors. I still recall my mother asking me why I didn’t take an interest in things like cars and sports while en route to a piano lesson. I think she was also not-so-secretly critiquing my obsessive collection of Beanie Babies. It was a phase that passed, though hundreds of beanbag animals still haunt my house, hidden away someplace. They’ll be worth money, just wait.
Be it music, school, or faithful adhesion to a plush obsession, I excelled when I put my heart into something. Though as an adult (I laughed, too), I am discovering that I am not good at everything. Suddenly, years of supportive coddling and “yes you can” praise have left poor Bryan with an ego the size of the Hindenburg, with a similar ending when failure strikes. These revelations have come recently, but all too markedly.
1. Saying no has never been a problem when it comes to a drink, chocolate, or an opportunity to advance my burgeoning stardom. Still, I am no good and absolutely incapable of saying no when I want to decline an offer. It usually goes something like this: