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H is for Humility

I know what you're thinking. Humility and blogging don't go together.

You're right.

For the most part, especially bloggers who are authors --who's blog URL is their full name -- humility is NOT their middle name. (I'm guilty as charged).

So, in honor of "H is for humility," I'm not going to write about anything, especially nothing about me. Nope. Nothing. Except for these few words.

And even though my first name begins with the letter H, and I could write about that, instead I'm going to send you to another blog. Someone named DL Hammons who is one of the hosts of Blogging from A to Z.

His last name begins with the letter H. It's fitting. Besides, he has a great blog, great contests, great books and great posts. So head on over to his blog, Cruising Altitude 2.0 and tell him hello. Tell him I sent you over ... wait, no. Don't tell him that! That's not very humble at all. Just go over, visit and paruse his posts.

H is for Humility. Try some on for size today. Though it starts out "feeling" too tight, like shrunken cotton, it tends to loosen out over time ... so that eventually, it fits just right.

Comments

  1. But it feels so STRANGE! i think we can have humility in some domains and not others. I mean we work in a field where if we don't believe in ourselves, we will never make it, but we can still feel humility when we look at the masters.

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  2. Humility really is such a hard thing. I know that I have trouble asking for help at work because I'm too prideful and I should be humble and accept help willingly. With writing, I try to be humble, but it is hard. Great post Heather!

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  3. this is one reason i stop writing from time to time--just kidding :)

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  4. Heather, I respectfully disagree. Writing and humility are related. In fact I think the one big reason I keep writing is that it is so difficult, it keeps me humble.

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