I am only now realizing how tiresome I must have been back in the days when I had to be the smartest person in the room or die trying. Correcting people’s facts, adding ‘clarification’ that no one asked for, and always, always wanting to have the idea or turn of phrase that everyone kept repeating thereafter. The underlying theme was being right. I really had to be right, there was no middle ground.
I got an email from someone the other day that reminded me of myself when I would let people have it electronically. There’s a chick on her high horse, I thought. Oh, I know about high horses. I not only rode around on one, I kept it in a stall in my office, fed it alfalfa and fresh carrots, and braided its mane when we were to make an especially important appearance.
So this email made me…
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