Pride

Pride plagues me like an evil twin who refuses to go away.

I tell people to just be honest, do what you need to do. Easier to write than do.

It is ridiculous for me to be ashamed of my situation. I have done everything I can to keep things running smoothly, but when I am sick, or the dog needs to go to the vet, and the car is ailing, what can I do?

Sheer will power worked better when I was younger and stronger. Now is the time for laying my cards on the table, asking for what I need and having faith.

So today I swallowed my pride, nearly choked on it, but not quite, and took some positive action. It really wasn’t so bad after all. (But it was still hard.)

If this is all some lesson, I hope I got it right this time, because I sure don’t want to do this again if I can avoid it!

Hmmmm, that last line sounds a little more defiant than humbly contrite and smarter, doesn’t it? I’ll keep working on it, I promise!