How do you feel about bragging? Most people may refer to this as being a "show off." I understand when people become annoyed by braggers, because it comes off as being insincere. But does this condemn people from expressing their accomplishments, for fear of it being considered bragging?
Tons of people struggle with loving themselves, which happens from many different reasons, but I'm wondering if "bragging" has anything to do with it. I'm sure we could all agree that people should feel proud of themselves when they score high on a test they studied every day for, won a writing challenge, got a promotion at work, etc...
Most of the time, good news for people is rarely shared, but you're the first to know when something bad happens in their life. I want to break that ice, starting in my blog. Please share with me what you're proud of. You won't be judged but simply acknowledged for what you have done in your life that makes you happy. You don't have to a make a list, if you'd like you could sum up a story (we all love stories.) It could be something you're proud of individually, or even as a group (like your family.) Also, you could post this in your own blog and let your followers have the opportunity to be open about their accomplishments!
I'll begin this matter with something I'm proud of.
It was 6th grade and I was a scrawny kid, who wore huge glasses that had rainbow colors around the lens (because I thought it was so cool), with colorful sketchers to match, and always wore my hair in a "pony tail." I was definitely part of the outcast group, but I was a 6th grader so I didn't have to worry about being laughed at. We were the "big kids" on campus.
That year, for the first time, we had a race. It was in November, a week before Thanksgiving, so the weather was a bit crisp but the Sun shined with no limitation. The whole class of 6th grade (probably around 120 students) split up into male and female races. We had to run around our soccer field once. The boys ran first and then we were up.
The girls immediately went to the front of the line. By then, I was stuck in the back. I wasn't too concerned about it though. I was glad to be out of class. Our principle, all chirpy like, blew the whistle and everyone took off; everyone but me. I had zoned out about something (probably the birds zooming over our heads) and I realized I was being yelled to run. I was so behind, it made me upset. I wanted to be anything but last place.
I'm unsure what force soaked in me but my feet were pounding on the floor as I started passing people. Once I got around half of the field, I began to feel really good. I was dead last and had ultimately passed up half the group.
I kept running, but wasn't heavily breathing at all, or even concentrated on the race. I felt so peaceful, enjoying the weather, and being around the trees (I guess I've always been a forest lover.) Here's the epic part.
I'm third place now. I see the front runner turn around and catch my eyes. I pass the 2nd runner. 1st runner turns around again, and I catch up beside her. I can still see her expression in my mind. She looked scared and a little pissed. We're running side by side and the finish line is nearby. 1...2...3.. I won. They even snapped a picture of me winning, but I've never seen it. I was dead last and I fucking won.
What did I win? Here's the funny part of the story. The principle gave me ribbon and said "Pick up your turkey after school." "My what?" Yeah - I won a turkey! Although, by then my parents had already bought a turkey for us, I couldn't wait to tell them we had another one. (After school I called them and they didn't believe me!)
Even though it was the first race for that school (not sure if they continued this) I'm sure it isn't part of some hall of fame, but it is part of my hall of fame. As well as to my boyfriend, who constantly laughs at the fact that a kid won a turkey. Maybe that says a lot about my city, :-)