I am a black belt in a particular martial art. This is not conceit or delusion. I am the best in the world at this particular discipline. Within fractions of a second, I am able to leave my opponent as incapacitated as I want. I strike fear into my opponent enough to paralyze him. If I wanted, I could leave my opponent lying in a twisted heap on the floor sobbing. However I use restraint and do not practice this art with the regularity that I used to.
The martial art that I possess a black belt in is “self-deprecation”. I was better than anyone that I know at tearing me apart. It was almost second nature. I knew all of the pressure points, the soft spots and how to land a knockout punch. Sometimes other people would get involved but for the most part, I gave their punches much more power. I remember starting out as a white belt. It seemed like a smart move at the time. I would say something bad about myself in the presence of a female. She would refute it and I got a bit of a boost. A small dip in ego for a bit of a raise in ego. It was a simple con that I played on myself but eventually, I got too good at the dip and dismissed anyone that tried to pick me up. As I realized the ridiculousness of my martial art, I started to practice less and less.
My guess is that most people have some degree of mastery at this skill. We know the buttons to push and weaknesses. Although it may be an easy art to learn and master, it is not one that should be practiced often. A tempered conscience is a healthy thing to possess but a self-deprecating mindset only hurts.

As we are moving past the time when most people have given up on their New Year’s Resolutions, I offer this subtle reminder. THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED. It is sometimes a difficult thing to swallow. Goals and resolutions are pretty and shiny when we create them. Everything will go great! You’ll be able to maintain this level of excitement until you get to the end! The problem is that we usually forget or don’t know the following.
In college I was a Spanish major and there was a girl in several of my classes who was a Spanish minor. She was very attractive but her Spanish skills were lacking. One day she told me that she didn’t even like speaking Spanish that she was just taking the classes to get the minor. This prompted my question, “why get the minor?” “Because it will look good on my resume.” At this point, I was flabbergasted. “Isn’t the company that is impressed by that going to expect that you’ll be able to use the language?” This thought had never occurred to her.