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So they became the villain in your teenage diary. The one who took the door off the hinges. The one who said “practice again” when your fingers were bleeding. The one who called your art project “sloppy” when you thought it was brilliant.

Naggy for your own success. Naggy for your own survival. Naggy for your own freedom.

March 13, 2024

There are some phrases that stick in your ribs like a bad cough you can’t shake. For me, lately, it’s been this jumble of words: TigerMoms. 24 03 13. CJ Miles. Naggy. For your own...

CJ Miles didn’t become great because he loved the drills. He became great because someone loved him enough to demand greatness before he even believed he was capable of it. TigerMoms 24 03 13 CJ Miles Naggy For Your Own ...

You aren’t done yet either.

And that’s the rub, isn’t it? The Tiger Mom archetype. The 03/13 in my head—maybe it’s a deadline, a report card date, a competition result, or the day the silence finally broke. 24 years of “Did you study?” “Why only a 97?” “Sleep is for the weak, success is for the strong.” So they became the villain in your teenage diary

I was scrolling through old clips the other night. Landed on a CJ Miles interview from years ago. He was talking about his upbringing, about the pressure to perform, about how his mother’s voice still lives in his head during every single free throw. He said something that hit me like a truck: “She wasn’t trying to be my friend. She was trying to make sure I didn’t have to come back home.”