I THOUGHT I WAS DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT.
Growing up, I always felt like we were behind.
Not behind the billions of people around the world who had less than us — I never thought about them. I was comparing us to the family next door. Two Cadillacs. A brand new truck. Blue Bell ice cream in the freezer before anyone else had cable.
I thought something was wrong with us.
What I did not understand as a kid was that the only real difference between our family and theirs was simple — they had two incomes. My mom was doing it alone. She was not behind. She was extraordinary. I just did not have the context to see it.
That kind of comparison — measuring what you have against the people above you instead of recognizing how much you actually have — is a pattern. And patterns run in families for a reason. Nobody taught us different. Nobody showed us the playbook. We did what we saw.
