A Healthy Amount of Pride
I have the coolest kids ever. Everybody else's kids suck. Nobody's kids are as cute as mine. Nobody's kids are as smart as mine. I believe this with my whole heart. My kids are perfect and it is clearly a reflection of my role as their father.
While I'm on the subject, my boss is an idiot! If I were in charge we would be selling way more sprockets and widgets! And if coach would have put me in in 1998, we’d have won State, guaranteed!
Pride is healthy. High self efficacy is healthy. Both play a major role in how I set goals and approaches challenges. Immediately after a great race, I start planning how to run my next race faster and more efficiently. Immediately after a poor race, I review what went well, and what didn’t, what I could control, and what I couldn’t, and then, I start planning how to run my next race faster and more efficiently.
I have a clear understanding of what I do well. I also have a very healthy relationship with what I don’t do well, and a strong understanding of the strengths of others. I’m a good marathoner, but I also have a coach that I trust to make me better. I deliver a high quality program, but I also rely on my colleagues and their diverse understanding and perspective. My kids are awesome, and I do take credit for that, but I couldn’t have done any of it without their mother.
Oh, and, in my most honest moment, I know my kids aren’t perfect. My five-year-old refuses to admit that he is no longer four, and my two year old won’t wear any footwear other than Crocs. They're not perfect. I love them unconditionally, but they’re not perfect.