"P" is for Pride: A-Z Challenge

P is for Pride
(From Bing but when I thought of Pride, I thought American Pride - 'Merica!)

“Do you need anything?” Devin asked.

“No, I’m fine.” I said. It would be nice to have something to eat, I thought.  Ever since the migraine hit, I hadn’t eaten.
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“Is there something wrong?” Devin asked.

“No.  I’m fine.” I answered. I wondered why he couldn’t figure out what was wrong.  Then, I realized he wasn’t a mind reader. 

Wash.  Rinse.  Repeat.

I’d had that same type of conversation with multiple people.  I refused to allow people to know I needed something.  Or more importantly, I wanted their help.

It was my pride getting in the way.  It’s like I had this little voice whispering in my ear.  “Don’t admit you want help, Elsie.  It’ll make you appear weak.  You’ll seem like you don’t have control over things.”

Now I know it's okay not to have control all the time.  I'm not supposed to be in control.  It's not my job.  I leave that to God.  Sometimes it's a daily struggle.  Other times, I let go without any problems at all.  Most of the time, I'm comfortable not being in full control.

Every so often, that inner voice will pipe up.  I have to remind myself that it’s okay to admit I’m in pain, or I don’t know how to do something.  It’s okay to put my pride aside and ask for help.

Do you have too much pride?

ETA:  I've got a migraine today.  I'll be by to visit your blogs when I'm feeling better.  Thanks!
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