There is a part of my brain that is SCREAMING at me right now for giving myself all these compliments. Screaming and wringing her brainy little hands and nervously hopping around. “You cannot say that out loud! People will think you believe that you are . . .” That I’m what? Into myself. Cocky. Immodest. Brazen. In love with myself. That I think I’m special. Shudder. Shake. Hop. FLIP OUT.
