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Tell us about a time you found out after the fact that you’d been mistaken and you had to eat a serving of humble pie.

If there existed a real humble pie, I would have exploded from gorging on so many slices. It always happens when I’m tired and not thinking clearly and I think that I was right about something, but I wasn’t, the part of me that wanted to be right is angry, not because I was wrong, but because I was stubborn over being right. That is where I disappoint myself to no end, why is it sometimes so important for me to be right? I think that sometimes it comes from fear, that my brain is becoming slower, more forgetful, less intelligent with time, I don’t like it. Not that I was ever this illuminating version of intellect, but I had quite a few good working grey cells and there are times that I feel them withering away, particularly when I don’t feel good or I feel extremely tired, and I don’t think efficiently or effectively and I get things wrong, that is when I dislike admitting that I may be wrong. I am mad at my glitchy thought process and this is when I dig in my heels like the stubborn mule that I can be and my hubby is the lucky one who gets to experience this, sometimes the babies, but no one else really. Thank goodness this is a rare occurrence and that I am mostly easy going, but when I think that I am right, look out, stubborn is my middle name, just ask the hubby, he would be more than happy to tell you all about it.