All my life I have been the kind to follow my heart and not my head. If a friend stopped talking to me for whatever reason, instead of stewing over it and retaining my pride, I would reach out and ask why. If somebody cold shouldered me, upset as I was, instead of returning the treatment I would wage a battle in my head and swallow my pride to ask why.
Over the years, I have learned what it means to retain some of the pride. I used to admire people who could go weeks without talking just so they are not the first to yield. On the flip side, I could not contain happiness either. I would burst before I could keep things to myself. So my latest and greatest achievements would have to be broadcast as soon as I learnt about them. It would offend me when people kept things to themselves. I learnt to get over that too.
So, this week when I got an email from one of the hiring managers at work saying a person I had referred had come in for an interview. I was thrilled and miffed at the same time. I had not heard anything from the said person. Debating within myself, I finally did something I was proud of. Showed restraint. Decided not to ask why. For once I realized I did not care. Or even if it did, I did not care enough to know why. And I feel mighty proud. 🙂