Humility.We all strive to be more humble.
But just when we think we're being humble, we're being proud about being humble and that, um, is slightly ironic.
Humiliation. A related word.
What better way to stay humble than to humiliate yourself from time to time? Good theory, right?
Well, I've been testing this theory lately.
Many of you know I love to sing.
Recently I volunteered to sing a song at church that means a lot to me. It makes me cry every time I listen to it on the radio driving around in the minivan. It's a simple song, not too high, not too low, simple words. No problem, right?
The problem is, if you can't stop crying listening to the song in the minivan than you're probably not going to make it through the song when you're up in front of people. I started crying at the beginning. I cried through the ENTIRE thing.
Someone upstairs is making sure I stay humble.
This week is crazy-o week. It's spring ballet recital week, and many of you know I've been taking adult ballet classes this year, so I am IN THE RECITAL. I am the third oldest person in the recital, and all of us adult ballerinas are wearing foofy white tutus that were made for ten year olds.
Bear in mind that the younger ballerinas (of normal ballerina age, if there is such a thing) are wearing awesome outfits that compliment their perfectly proportioned youthful figures.
The skirt on my tutu starts around my armpits, because I'm rather taller than most ten year olds.
And I am not a good dancer. I know this because my friend made a video of our dance (so we could learn it) and I watched it on Youtube and almost dropped out right there and then. I look RIDICULOUS. On Friday and Saturday nights I will have family members in the audience to watch me perform a two minute dance that I could barely learn.
But that's okay. Humiliation is good. It keeps me humble.
So, what are you doing lately to humiliate yourself? Please give me some good stories. I need the encouragement. Please don't tell me you play it safe and keep a low profile. *grin*