The most glaring sin in my life is pride. My particular brand of pride tells me that I am big, I am responsible to fix everything, I can singlehandedly fix everyone's problems, I know everything, I am strong in a way that can never be shaken, I can push myself because I don't have limits, and everyone thinks about me often. Whew! Saying that outright makes me feel a little ridiculous- who do I think I am? Flowing from insecurity cradled in pride is this unrelenting drive to prove myself in any and every situation. I must do it. I should not need help. I must be the best. I should be able to do anything I set my mind to. Then there's the anxiety that shouts in my ear: You are alone! No one will love you if you don't do this or that, if you don't perform, if you're not the best! You must make all things happen! In light of this my one word for 2016 is: small. I am small. I have limits. I...