“When you do things, do not let
selfishness or pride be your guide. Instead, be humble and give more honor to
others than to yourselves.” – Philippians 2:3
It’s a well-known fact that writers tend to suffer a little
bit (well, ok, a lot) from an inflated ego. After all, why else would they
choose a profession in which few make a comfortable living, and most have to
hold down at least one other job just to make ends meet? Yes, creativity in its
own right can be a lot of fun, and writers have an innate curiosity that drive
them to learn as much as possible about their subject of interest and an
equally compelling need to share what they find. But behind every writer’s pen
(or keystroke, as it may be) is a dirty little, oft hidden, character trait:
pride. Not just the kind of pride in which we pat ourselves on the back for a
job well done. No, this is the kind of pride that wants ALL. EYES. ON. ME. Ask
any newspaper reporter or published magazine writer. It’s all about the
by-line. And who would ever dream of spending hundreds of hours writing the
Great American Novel if it weren't for the possibility of having “best-selling”
next to the title of “author”?
I will never forget my 8th grade class peer
awards. As I anxiously awaited the results, my little 13-year-old mind was spinning
with questions like “Will I be voted most liked? Most fun? Most likely to
succeed?” I was new at the school that year and hoped I would be given some
type of award that would boost my fragile little teenage ego. Instead, I got a “best”
award of the worst type, one that completely horrified me. I got the “best
braggart” award. WHAT??!! How did this happen, I asked my friends? I knew what
was in my heart and I thought I knew what was coming out of my mouth, although
in that moment it became crystal clear that what I meant to say and what people
heard were two very different things. Apparently, all of the wonderful things I
had shared with my classmates about Singapore and Australia, where I had lived
prior to that year, were construed as “bragging.” I was more than just
mortified. I was ashamed.
Fast forward to 2014, when I began writing this blog. With
more than 20 years under my belt as a writer, I didn’t need my name in lights.
I was writing to help others, and I knew there was a need because I had been
seeking a blog just like this (to help me when I was first diagnosed with rheumatoid
arthritis) and couldn’t find one. I thought perhaps “this was my purpose.” I
felt good knowing that God could use the combination of my experience
in overcoming various life struggles and my writing skills to minister to
people who were struggling too. But then something happened. I wrote…and I
watched. Being the trained marketer I am, I began watching the numbers. How
many people were reading? Was it growing? Declining? Why? Yep, you got it. It
became all about me.
Now, before you start saying “I’m not a writer…I’m a reader.
How does this relate to me?” just give me a minute. Are you on social media? If
you’re reading this, I bet you are! You know what a headline in the January
2015 issue of Health magazine is? It is Could
Facebook Make You Crazy? Yes, I kid you not. The article cites research
studies that show how our time on Facebook can make us frustrated, upset,
lonely and envious. Why? It is the same thing that has subtly (or not so
subtly) plagued me all of my life: pride. We all want to be liked, noticed, admired. So we post things we want
to be liked, noticed and admired for. In fact, the article in Health defines
Facebooking (verb) as “posting only what’s perfect about your life” and
discusses “the insecurity that creeps in when only a few people “like” your
photo and the jealousy you feel when a friend’s photo gets a flurry of thumbs
up.” Ah, the comparison trap. AKA pride.
Ironically, pride isn’t just reflected in what we say that’s
good about ourselves. Sometimes it’s about what’s bad. I have seen some online
discussions in which people are literally one-upping about how bad off they
are. You know the ones, especially those related to medical subjects. One
person asks about a particular symptom they’ve had, and it evolves into a
firestorm of responses describing just how bad it got for everyone in the
community. For some, it’s a way of saying “I am a survivor!” and for others, it’s
an invitation to join their pity party. Some have a genuine heart of
helpfulness towards the original poster, while others just want someone else to hear what they have endured. In most all of this, it becomes for everyone “all
about me” and the original poster, often looking for support, gets lost.
The Bible is clear: the outcome of pride is never positive.
It comes before a fall. What is the antidote? A refocusing of our attention
onto others. Today’s verse says “be humble and give more honor to others
than to yourselves,” which
perhaps means – for those of us, who by profession or in our personal lives, seek the spotlight
– to just stop talking about ourselves. Yes, we have exciting things to share
or tragic things we have endured. But I saw a very powerful piece of advice on
someone else’s Facebook page today and I can’t help but take it to heart. “When
someone is going through a storm, your silent presence is more powerful than a
million empty words.” Some of the greatest conversationalists are the most
quiet. They know that to be "someone easy to talk to” is to be a good listener.
There’s a lesson here.
With every new
year comes the opportunity not only to evaluate our actions but also our
attitudes. As such, I must confess that I am a recovering know-it-all. I have a
long history of having opinions and sharing them, solicited or not, and I sometimes
can’t contain my excitement long enough to ask about your news first. But I’m
working on it, trying to rid myself of the “P” word by talking less, and listening
more … one day at a time. But enough about me. How are YOU?
Confessions of a Recovering Know-it-All originally appeared on Spring Sight blog, by Linda W. Perkins. Get even more encouragement by following me on Facebook, Pinterest, and Twitter.
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Linda - beautifully written, although I don't remember you as a know-it-all. My kids are loving a song that is currently on the radio, and to paraphrase, "I wish that I could be like the cool kids, 'cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in..." I think that pretty much sums up most kids at that age, myself included. However, I do remember you being a talker - ha!
ReplyDeleteLOL, thanks, Steve! Yes, I'm still a talker, but not quite as bad as I used to be. Maybe that's another reason I write - have to let it out somehow! ;-) You are so right on with the whole "fit in" thing. It took me years to stand strong and choose to "live as I believe" rather than falling into peer pressure. You always had that strength of character, something I greatly admired in you. You were both good and cool! I know you will serve as an excellent role model for your kids in that way. :-)
DeleteOkay, I finally gave up trying to "Comment as" WordPress and simply selected Name/URL. Duh. :-) As already mentioned, Linda, wonderful post. It definitely resonated with me. I truly enjoy reading your (very inspiring) blog!
ReplyDeleteLOL, thanks, Karen! :-)
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