Apologizing for Success
It nearly happed again today. A colleague told me that he thought I was doing a wonderful job. “I don’t know how you do it, Carrie,” he said. My brain began to race to find a funny, self-mocking apology for my success.
But this time I stopped and accepted the compliment. “Thank you,” I said, “I know what I want this program to be, and I am good at getting things done.” It is only at age thirty-six, and after eight years in my field, that I have finally learned to stop apologizing for my success.
Comments
Good job, Carrie. I always knew you were a smart kid. If only I had figured that one out earlier. Good for you. Great site too.
Posted by: Barbara | October 12, 2006 11:29 AM
At 39 I still have a hard time accepting any compliments at all. I don't know why that is but it drives me crazy :).
Posted by: Niki Alvey | October 12, 2006 01:57 PM
Funny how compliments can shape our lives in a good way if we let them. I've been blessed with bosses who've built me up and challenged me to grow my skills. Compliments from friends and boyfriends have taught me not to hide my eyes, my hair, my brains, and yes, even my cleavage. Compliments make me brave.
Posted by: Lisa Helene Donovan | October 17, 2006 01:53 PM