Immediately I became like a little kid, explaining myself, defending myself. Not me, Marathon Brian, I’m not cocky. No way. I’m not like that.
That was yesterday. I went to see him like one visits a spiritual leader, for advice, and an uplift to my spirit, and some great secret to success…..and that’s what I got. Don’t Get Cocky, Diane!
Cocky? Me? I retracted from the word, like my hand touching a hot stove. It just didn’t fit right. Like a sweater that is itchy and a size too small. It was tight, constricting, and it felt B.A.D. So immediately I made myself calm down, and accept. Accept what, you ask? Oh…the obvious. And here it is, buckle your seat belt , LOL——-> When you react that emotionally to something ….it’s usually true!
Ok, so if I’m supposedly, maybe, allegedly being this “Cocky” person……Um, I’d better explore it, figure out what it is….so I can figure out how to STOP b.e.i.n.g. IT.
Back to the basics….Dictionary please!
Cocky: Conceited or arrogant, esp. in a bold or impudent way
Ok, I don’t know about you — but it has been a LOOOOONG time since I’ve taken the SAT, so I’m gonna have to look up impudent too (shame).
Impudent: Not showing due respect
Ahhh, Hmmm, I seeeee!
Maybe, just maybe….my inner dialogue that has been intended to bolster my mental fortitude and my confidence….maybe I’ve gone too far with it, and led myself to believe that I’ve got this. No worries. No problem. It’s just a marathon. Pffft. No biggie.
Um, RED ALERT! RED ALERT! DANGER! DANGER, Will ROBINSON!!