I love to brag.
Well, I don't love to do it. It's something I do. And I hate that I do it. It's part of my lack of filter when it comes to the things that escape my mouth. But I love being good at things! Don't you? I mean, I'm not good at everything, so shouldn't I celebrate the things that I am good at?
Internally, sure. Externally, not so much.
I know, I know. It's a sign of low self-esteem. I have to build myself up so hopefully others will do it, too. Or because others aren't? Something like that. Comes from years of not being good enough for the people around me, even though my life is currently filled with loving, supportive people. Old habits die hard, I guess.
My husband is such a humble guy. He'll never tell you he's a good guitar player, but he is. He'll never say he's a great cook (especially when it comes to grilling), but he is. And he'll never say that he's a super great Christian who does what he's supposed to, but he truly is and he totally does. He's always reading his Bible and setting aside time for prayer and making time for God.
He's a good spiritual leader and he makes me look lazier. Like I needed help with that.
There are times that I'm about to open my mouth to brag about something, and I know Brandon sees it coming. He never quite catches me in time, but afterward, he always says, "Let your game do the talking, Rach."
As in, people will know you're the world's greatest basketball player by how well you play basketball, not by how many times you say, "I'm the world's greatest basketball player."
I don't know why I picked basketball. I don't even like basketball. Just saying.
Anyway, the more you talk about how great your game is, the more you'd better live up to it—and the more disappointed people will be when you don't. If you just do your thing to the best of your ability, other people will notice and say, "Wow, he's/she's really great at that." Because, unless someone else says that you're good at something, are you really good at it? How much is your inflated opinion worth?
My inflated opinion is worth very little, frankly.
So I'm trying to follow my awesome husband's example by keeping my yap shut and letting my game do the talking. No, you will not see me call myself the world's greatest blogger! The world's greatest mom! The world's greatest dancer! The world's greatest wife (though that's a stretch, anyway)! The world's greatest actor! The world's greatest basketball player!
I already told you, I don't even like basketball. Why does this keep coming up?
I'm going to attempt to be humble. And let my game do the talking, no matter what activity I think I'm doing awesomely, or how great the temptation is to broadcast it to the known world.
Do you have a problem with humility? Don't worry—you can tell me. I won't think you're bragging.