My work ethic came from my parents and my fear of failure. I came from a small, predominantly black school and I didn't want to let them down.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My parents instilled a very strong work ethic in me from a young age, fortunately.
Fear of failure held me back from being a DIYer for many years, especially after a few early attempts at home improvement projects went awry.
My parents had a great work ethic.
I come from a middle class family, and my parents weren't too supportive of my career choices.
As you know, I'm a black girl out of the projects of New York City, raised in a single parent home because my parents divorced very very young... welfare and homeless at four and then again at 16 and just not having the things or the necessary tools that society would say I needed to have in order to be any kind of success in life.
Because I was aspirational, I did my work, I was respectful to my teachers, I experienced a lot of bullying from the black kids. My friends were largely white or Asian.
With success came an ever-growing burden of responsibility. I lived with a near-constant low-level anxiety that I would make a mistake that would not only threaten my career, but also my brothers' - not to mention the livelihoods of many people who work with us or for us.
I constantly experience failure in that my work is never as good as I want it to be. So I live with failure.
I grew up in a family struggling for work.
My parents grew up working class, but in that way that working class families do, they spent a fortune on education to better me.
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