Him: Wow that’s a tough program.
Me: Yep. He got his Dad’s intelligence and my love for art.
Personal Foul, 15 yard penalty, repeat first down.
I just told that man I thought I was stupid!
Have you ever listened, and I mean R-E-A-L-L-Y listened to what you say about yourself to others?
I’m so clumsy.
I’m not smart.
Brilliant me forgot to log miles last month. (Just posted that one yesterday. Ouch)
On and on an on I go.
I wonder what would happen if we could have an NFL referee following us around, listening to us speak and throwing flags every time we put ourselves down. Wouldn’t that be a trip.
Okay, I’m not a referee, although I do have a really cool whistle from my coaching days. And I can’t follow you around. BUT I can re-read my old posts and man I put myself down a lot. So much so that I seriously considered pulling my blog this week. It has been painful reading let me tell you. Self effacing humor is not humility. At least not the way I do it.
So, I’ve decided to keep a log on my iPad. I’m going to pay attention to what I say and every time I complain about myself, put myself down or make a snarky remark I’m going to log it and replace it with a truth statement. I going to breathe some life into these dead bones of my self-esteem. If I am not my own best friend, who will be?
And I’m going to start with what I told that man. – I’m an intelligent artist.
Okay – just for fun or exorcism, either way. Won’t you please comment and tell us one lie you tell about yourself and replace it with a truth statement? Ready? Go.