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I’m getting too old to be modest.

Too much time has already been spent worrying (obsessing, even) about what people think about me. There’s nothing I can do about that now. Going forward, though, I can do everything.

I was reminded today of just how powerful self-pride can be, especially for women. A colleague of mine just received a well-deserved, major promotion. At the end of our meeting, she was recognized for her achievement and we all congratulated her, of course. *applause, applause* I watched her, completely at ease, hearing our accolades - taking it in and smiling.

It wasn’t conceit or ego. It was confidence.

And it was beautiful. When our President said to her, “You work hard!” She didn’t miss a beat, “Yeah, I do.”

*mic drop*

If there ever was a moment to say, “You go girl!”, that was it. (For the record, there really isn’t a correct time to say that… or “been there, done that” or “that’s what I’m talking about” or “it’s all good” … but I digress.)

It got me thinking. Why are women so hesitant to toot our own horns? Why is hearing good things about ourselves so uncomfortable? Or on the flip side: Why is it when women acknowledge themselves it’s often seen as impolite or vain? We’re often quick to see all the wonderful things in the women around us. We’re brilliant, in fact, at lifting each other up. (Well, at least the women I surround myself with are) But, for a lot of us, it’s nearly impossible to turn that praise on ourselves.

Here and now. I refuse.

(*Prepare for horn toot*)

Today, I wore the loudest outfit in my closet. (leopard print dress) I curled my hair up Texas-big and wore red lipstick. And I look good.

I work hard and that has FINALLY put me in a job that I love.

I love to write and I’m pretty good at it. Hence, the blog you’re reading.

I am hilarious. Just ask anyone.

I am a fantastic cook and I’m just getting better.

And most importantly, if you give me a compliment on any of these things (or anything else) I will graciously and knowingly accept. Thank you.

I am not conceited.

I am a little vain.

I am a strong, surviving, brown girl.

I am a beautiful work in progress.

I am a great mother and wife.

What am I not? Sorry.

..and doggone it, people like me. 




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