I often think that I'm pretty perfect. I mean, for me. I'm pretty perfect for me. I'm not like the perfect person. And I'm not like a huge ego-maniac or anything. I just think that after 36 years, I've pretty much learned everything about about myself that there is to learn. I don't often seen much room for self improvement.
Maybe I'm too close to the situation.
One thing I pride myself in is my kindness. I strive to be kind to people. I think it's a lost art, simple kindness.
Stay with me here...it's not all self praise. I'm almost making myself gag.
I've recently changed positions at my job. It's been a rough two weeks to say the least.
As you'd expect with any change, I learned something about myself.
Something to improve on...
I'm only really nice to people who are...
wait for it...
nice to me.
So, I'm not actually nice everyone. It's super easy to be kind to people who are kind in turn. It's even easy to be kind to people who are neutral. You know, neither nice or mean. But whoooooo, have you tried to be nice to someone who makes you feel like you just crawled out from underneath a rock? Have you tried smiling when someone is insulting your intelligence or questioning your ethics?
It's a whole lot harder.
So this is something I'm going to actively work on. So I can be an even more perfect version of myself.