I call it self-sufficiency, trying to make it on my own. I call it being a grown-up, this unwillingness to ask for help.
“I’m a big girl now,” I say to myself, “I can’t always be daddy’s little girl.” I’m going to prove myself, I’m going to make my own way. I don’t need a leg up from anyone.
I call it living my own life. I call it not being presumptuous.
I call it lots of things, but really it’s just pride in disguise.