This morning my car smelled like apples. This is because last night when I got home I left an apple core in the cup holder.
And thus begins my realization of just how much like my father I am.
I have known, I think, my whole life. Uncomfortably so. But I’m starting to think the secret is accepting this fact and just bloody well going with it.
There are things about my father that were obviously strengths and I have to remove my discomfort from sharing those traits. I have to embrace it.
There is strength there, and smarts, and wit. Well… puns.
I am stubborn, this I know, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I am often direct. I can be exacting.
All of these things I can put to good use. But may my car never been the storage container he drove around.