The other night, my husband and I watched a documentary on the History Channel about the Seven Deadly Sins and PRIDE was the “sin of the day.”
It got me thinking … is pride really such a bad thing?
I don’t mean “pride” as in ego or boastfulness or narcissism … or even the opposite of humility.
I mean pride, in the most innocent, literal sense of the word: feeling good about yourself and the actions you make and the life you live. Being a good person, and being proud of it.
I mean, shouldn’t we be proud of our accomplishments? Shouldn’t we inspire others by doing good things in life?
Shouldn’t we insipire ourselves to be the best “me” we can be? Shouldn’t we put pride into how we dress, how we present ourselves, the work we do, the people we are?
I know when I look my best (regardless of what the scale says), I feel my best. It might sound vain, but simply making sure my hair is done, I’ve colored my face a little (love my Bare Escentuals!) and I’m wearing clothes that make me feel good, those acts of “vanity” translate to self-pride in how I carry myself, how I speak, how I appear to the outside world.
Likewise, when I am doing good work on the job or in my writing career, it feels good to hear the kudos. It makes me want to be a better writer, and encourages me to take pride (yes, pride) in my work.
While I realize this notion of pride can be taken to an extreme, I really think it doesn’t deserve to be a sin.
And I’m proud that I can share that here, and not fear rejection for those thoughts.
How about you? How do you view pride, and what are you most proud of today?