Today I was thinking about how much I liked myself when I was in Africa.
I stood taller because I knew I had a job to do and I did it. There weren’t distractions or silly things to worry about. I didn’t have half-a-dozen projects to juggle at once.
And at the end of the day I could sit on the front porch and drink a Stoney in peace.
Basically, I felt like more of a man.
When I spend most my day doing self-promotion on social media and creating fabulous-but-unpaid projects and trolling craigslist for work it really takes a toll on my view of self.
I go to bed pretty dang tired every night, so I know I’m working hard, but honestly I don’t feel like much of a man.
It is something I struggle with a lot.