“The cemeteries are full of indispensable people.”
I can look a friend or family member in the eye, and say, matter-of-factly and without flinching, “I am really smart.” Yet, just the thought of posting such a statement to the world wide web causes me to wince. It feels, at best, arrogant, at worst, really arrogant. The audacity felt by some at such a declaration is nearly palpable, sending a shudder through certainly the Norwegian Lutheran members of my audience. As a group, we have rules to which there must be strict adherence. One of these rules prohibits an individual from any sort of self-praise unless it is accompanied by some sort of negation expression in the form of a self-depracating tone or gesture.
Well, I too, have rules. Some of these rules are specifically directed to breaking free from living what I best describe as a shame-based existence. One way I realized I could do this was to promise myself that if I wrote a Walking Raven post, I would publish it, no matter how flushed I became at the thought of doing so. In keeping with this promise then, I’m here to tell you all, “I am really smart.” There, I’ve said (so have I done) it. Anyone else out there care to give it a try? If you do, I’m fairly certain your heart rate, like mine, will eventually return to normal. If you’re not yet ready for prime time, then go stand in front of a mirror, look yourself in the eye and see if you can say it and mean it to the person returning your gaze.next post: The Comeback
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