Letter To Pride
Flaunting your million dollar smile wherever you go.
Showing those shiny teeth and laughing out loud like you own the place. Own ANY place.
You don't give any flying fu**s to anyone and truly own the meaning of 'loving yourself.'
Between you and I - I dig you Pride. You made me blush and you tickle my insides when you grace me with your presence.
Sometimes though... sometimes dear Pride, you go too far.
Maybe from your own fear of Shame coming along and stealing your thunder.
Maybe you get high on yourself a bit.... know what I mean?
Maybe it's so intoxicating so you hide some of that authentic pride with a capital P PRIDE.
Or maybe you enjoy it a tad too much and invite infamous miss Ego over?
(Asking for a friend.)
But when you are gentle in your presence - you SHINE dear Pride.
You remind lil' old me not to be so darn hard on myself and let in some caring patting on my back. It feels good to rub that back. After all... the knots in it thanks to Doubt and Fear and Pressure and so many others... those knots hurt.
Your presence lightens their toll, Pride.
Grateful for you, but don't get over excited... okay?
Let Humility come along with you.
Together - you two are the golden ticket.
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In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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