I went to public school. I made good grades. I thought very highly of myself.
I was in the marching band. I played trumpet and french horn. I wasn't very good. But I was a squad leader. I thought very highly of myself.
I was in theater. I always got small roles, even though I thought I was a lead actress. I thought very highly of myself.
I went to college. I made bad grades and bad decisions. I thought very highly of myself.
I moved back home with mom and dad. I got into lots of debt. I got fired. I took a job I didn't like. I deserved better! I thought very highly of myself.
I got an MBA. I didn't know what to do with it. I wanted to do something good with my life. But I didn't know how.
I still do. And I still don't.
But in the meantime...
I met a guy. Three weeks later, I knew I wanted to marry him. Four months after that, I moved across the country to be with him. Three months after that, I married him.
Then I went crazy. Don't worry; I'm better now.
I've spent the past three and half years figuring out who I am. In this new place. With this new life.
"For through the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think more highly of himself than he ought to think; but to think so as to have sound judgment, as God has allotted to each a measure of faith." - Romans 12:3
