Sometimes when I walk into a gym, people chant my name. That’s a really awesome feeling that used to go straight to my head. It made me feel pretty important. And I kept feeling that way. Until, I got distracted and missed a big highlight. Or heard the snickers of those who couldn’t believe kids were cheering for me.
Pride is still a battle for me. I try not to let those situations in gymnasiums affect me like they use, but I still see the nagging shadow of pride in my everyday life.
Today was a perfect example. I woke up without a voice. I need to rest it. I need to have it back to anchor Sports Report tomorrow night. But I feel silly not answering people when they ask me a question. I feel bad when my kids talk to me and all I can do is give them a thumbs up or a head nod. My pride makes me want to answer and be as involved in those conversations as I usually would be. I’m a communicator after all! That’s what I do! That’s who I am!