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The horrible taste of pride

  I pride myself in a lot of things: my ability to use words, my knowledge in life's simple things, an array of poems, a general understanding of the way humanity should work, and many more. But a lot of times... I get caught up in my pride and I suffer.
  As someone who has as recently as 15 months joined the corporate world, I find myself berating my talent and praising my character. When I should do the opposite. It isn't that my character is of ill repute; it is more of the insensitive notion that others can't teach me things.
  I have been blessed to have a manager that I love and respect. He reminds me of my father and yet handles me like my mother. He demands much from me, and I push back at every moment I can. I lack the inability to listen with an open mind, and I fail often in the art of accepting fate.
  When it comes to the dreaded words such as process and procedures, I get them. I am great at them. I thrive in being the best at them. And no one would counteract that about me. I learn quick, and I am efficient. However, I lack so much empathy and general laying down of my own self for the betterment of myself. I fail daily at being an open and approachable person that at some point...it will cost me my job.
  Today, I had to eat my pride. And it was disgusting. I realized that when my dear, past manager and friend told me I must hold my tongue so that I don't bear the scarlet A...she wasn't joking. I am passionate to a fault and it has gotten me into places I don't want/desire to be. I love what I do. I hate what I do. I want to be the best at what I do. But how??
  Soon, I will embark on not only a professional journey of bettering myself, but also on a self discovery path that is long overdue. Heaven knows how I will get there, but I foresee a hard time of pride swallowing and crow eating. I wish to gain first and foremost: piety and humility.
  This is a personal plea for prayers for someone who thinks she has it all figured out only to realize she is a minnow in the world of hungry sharks. Friends... I implore you for prayers and any guidance you may have. Be blessed as I am blessed.

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