Humble Pie

I’m pretty good at what I do.  I’m pretty good at looking at things differently.  I’m pretty good at articulating my ideas.  I’m pretty good at opening people’s heart and minds to at least be willing to listen to other points of view.  I’m pretty good at getting people to talk.  And I think I’m easy to get along with.

It’s easy to think of myself as being pretty good at a lot of things.

Sometimes, though, you just need to be reminded that you can…well…not be so good at stuff.  Right now, I’m struggling.  I’m not handling things so well.  I’m fumbling.  I’m stumbling.  I’m tripping up.  It’s not the prettiest of pictures.  It’s not my finest moment.  Humble pie tastes like crap, figuratively, but I’m easting it.

And that is good.

It’s sort of like kaizen of the self: continuous refinement and improvement, even if it comes from less than stellar moments in life.  But I suppose the hard times are really the best times, the times that sharpen the knife.  Because…you know…I’m a knife.  All sharp and shiny.  Like the one from “Crocodile Dundee.”