The Fall After Pride

Pride cometh before a fall. I've known that phrase probably my whole life. Now, I'm one to have very little confidence sometimes. Oh, I'm bullheaded and when I get set in my way of doing things, I don't like to change. But when I'm up against some situations or tasks, I'd rather go hide in some hole somewhere.

It's especially hard when the fall comes after I've been told by others to be proud of what I have accomplished. I then feel like saying, "I told you so - I knew I couldn't do it." I want to ask, "Why did you insist I feel good about something destined to fail?"

Oh, I'm durable and sure to bounce back. But maybe there are just some things I'm not meant for.