I was thinking today about what I’m proud of. To start, I’m proud of that preposition ending that sentence. I’m proud I know what it is, and I’m proud that I don’t care.
I’m proud of how hard I’ve worked, but I’m also proud of when I haven’t. I’m proud of lazy days playing board games while the emails pour in. I’m proud of my creativity, imagination, and smarts. I’m proud of myself.
That’s a hard thing to say. All the stuff above did not come easy. But, it’s what I’m teaching my son — to be proud of himself — so why can’t I do the same?
Why can’t I appreciate what I’ve done? Puff myself up, and be proud?
So, here’s a tiny dragon — swirling, puffed up, proud. May he give you an example so today you can say: I am proud of myself too.
