Please think about your legacy, because you’re writing it every day.
I have a confession to make.
Despite years of deep south steeping growing up in Mobile, AL, I have never been a huge fan of country music. In fact, I always felt like the odd man out during those fragile years of middle school when the cool kids where discovering the likes of Alan Jackson, The Judds, John Michael Montgomery, and most curiously to me, Billy Ray Cyrus. I was totally stumped, yet went along with it as my awkward stage lasted painfully longer than everyone else’s and I had just switched to a preppy new school. The part of me that wanted to be liked was much bigger than the part that couldn’t be bothered.