In 2007, I quit my first job because they wouldn’t let me wear jeans/denims to work. Nor would they allow sandals.
I thought I was better than everyone else because I was special. Sure, I was damn good at my job and I wanted some perks that went along with it, but I could not see then what I can see now.
My pride was my master.
I always wanted preferential treatment because I was better. I lost opportunities, friends and peace because of my pride.
My pride stuck with me for almost a decade, but I managed to break free.
I shifted my locus of identity from outside me to within. I stopped caring about the results and focusing on the process – the craft. I trusted the system I built to get me the results I want.
I changed the way I saw myself: I was no longer a jester, but a blacksmith.
Now, I’m free.
Yeah, I was a dick, no doubt. And you probably are. But you can change – all you need to do is ask yourself – Who’s your master?