When do you finish at Easton for the year?
Happy thanksgiving to you too, love. I hope you and Zach are having a good one.
And you don’t think you’re already there?
I don’t think so, no.
Thank you, Kit. It’s just what I needed to hear.
Everything’s miniscule if you compare it to something else, Sawyer. Doesn’t mean it’s not important.
I want my achievements to be something that someone else compares theirs to.
You’ve done a lot that’s worth being proud of—professional photographer at your age, renowned Easton chef, making sure Ollie hasn’t died of starvation.
I’m professional, sure. But anybody who’s sold their fair share of photos to magazines can share that title with me. Renowned by a scarce few, and Ollie not dying of starvation is part of that reason I’m renowned for such I guess. I’m not trying to belittle my achievements, they just seem so miniscule in comparison to others.
I’m proud of you.
Why are you proud of me?
I did and I am, but parading around talking about them isn’t the best way to go about it. What about you? What are you proud of?
I’m proud of everybody who has something to be proud of. It means they’ve achieved something worth achieving to them.
Every medal, trophy, and ribbon in my bedroom—though now that sounds boastful, but I’m incredibly proud.
You have every right to be proud of them. You earned them, did you not? There’s nothing wrong with being boastful about what you earned.