I’ve always shied away from recognition. There’s been something a little uncomfortable about accepting praise and being proud. There’s something conflicting and contradictory about being told you’ve done a good job, knowing it, and then believing it.
I write this, but I have two Emmy awards sitting on a bookshelf in my living room. They used to be actually in the bookshelf behind some books. I moved them when I rearranged for Christmas decorations a few months ago. A friend came into town to visit a weeks later, and when I noted the changed location of the statues she said, “As they should be.” The statement implied they should be out in the open for all to see.
In the past, I’d have denied the truth and crouched away from it, but they still sit on top of the bookshelf and the Christmas decorations have been put away. Something about that conversation was enough for me to believe it was alright to be proud of myself.
If you’re reading this, you’d think now is a time I’d start telling you that it’s alright to be proud of yourself while remembering the help you’ve had along the way. Or, you might imagine I’d use this as an opportunity to talk about “the moment when” I knew I could be proud of myself. That’s not quite what’s happening here.
That conversation, brief mention, with that friend serves as the perfect transition into something different here at Grace Redefined. Recently, I had the opportunity to “Guest Blog” for a former colleague on her site. It was just published on Saturday, February 9, and the very conversation I just mentioned took place on the day in which I write about in that blog.
I was asked to write about my best day in Las Vegas and why.
So, if you’re interested, you’ll find that here: “My Best Day in Las Vegas.”