BB Grey–musings

Daily writing prompt

Who is the most confident person you know?

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Oh, this one’s a cinch—let’s roll through it.

Ever? Jesus. Strolled across water, turned H2O into happy hour, and owned it like a boss. All human, all God—confidence dialed to eleven. (We’ll table that divine chat for another day—maybe over nachos.)

In history? Alexander the Great. Dude didn’t just call himself “The Great”—he lived it. Faced down Persian war elephants at Gaugamela in 331 BC—fifteen of ‘em staring his army in the face—and still crushed it. Didn’t even flinch (well, maybe a little—he did sacrifice to the God of Fear the night before). Later, he met a herd of ‘em with King Porus in India at the Hydaspes in 326 BC, won the day, and said, “Yep, I’ll take those elephants, thanks.” Didn’t ride ‘em into battle much himself—logistics were a nightmare—but he collected them like trophies. Swagger for days.

Right now? Me. I’m strutting into life like I’ve got the world figured out—until I trip over my own shoelaces five minutes later and wonder if I remembered to lock the front door. Most confident, then least confident, faster than you can say “oops.” It’s a wild ride.

Confidence is awesome—until it swan-dives into “wow, that was a dumb move.” Knowing the difference? That’s the real tightrope act. Pass the snacks—I’m still working it out.