When Pride Rears Its Ugly Head
It's funny how pride can get the best of you and turn you into the one thing you don't want to be. I think lately I've become victim to it, thinking so highly of myself in terms of the things I do that when I suffer a setback, it's so hard for me to accept.It might seem like such a trivial example, but like in climbing, which I've become completely obsessed with, I sometimes refuse to try anything easier than a 5.10, thinking, "I'm a 5.10 climber, anything below that is no challenge so I don't want to do it." Well, this mentality has caused some arguments of late, and I've tried to step back and see what's wrong with me.
I climbed last Saturday and warmed up on the easy climbs first, and at the end of the day, instead of pouting, I went away with a big smile on my face. I suppose it's all done just to have fun, and I should never lose sight of that. I don't know - sometimes pride just gets the best of me, but I inevitably get the letdown, and find myself humbled.
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11:32 PM
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