I remember, years ago, talking to my aunt (one of the Barbies, I can’t remember which one) about my ambitions to join the Navy Seals. She dismissed the notion almost immediately, telling me that I was not cut out for such an activity; that I should remember myself, who I am, and not fantasize about becoming something beyond my capabilities.
It became apparent to me nearly everyone you grow up knowing has expectations of who you are and what you are capable of and even find it disturbing if they suspect you might be stepping outside the box they’ve put you in.
So, I decided to cut my ties. I burned the bridges to nearly everyone I knew with the exception of my generally tolerant immediate family.
I’m still thinking of the Navy Seals; if Mr. Rogers could make it why not me.