I have a mini diva in my brain that sometimes threatens to bust out into the world.
To give you an example, I have a small speech to give tonight. As I sat down to write it, I envisioned inspiring the crowd with my blazing elegance. I imagined them with tears in their eyes and complimenting me afterwards about my "unbelievable, one of a kind, awe-inspiring" talk.
I actually wrote the whole speech that way. I was so full of myself that my head almost inflated right out of my apartment window.
When I re-read the speech, I realized, "I sound like a puffed-up, pompous idiot." As my ego slowly deflated, I re-wrote the speech. I'm almost sure it is now humble and mild mannered.
But the truth cannot be denied, if I don't watch myself I could end up being Celine Dion, Cher and Donald Trump all rolled up into one.
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