Pride is a complex word. It can denote so many things. I can look at the outcomes in my life and say I am proud. I can view the actions I have taken with pride. I can look in the mirror with pride at who I see there.

I can do all of these things, yet so often I didn’t . I based my perception of myself on how others saw, and acknowledged me.  After many decades of looking at myself this way it was the default to giving myself personal credit.

The last 2 years have been consumed with the task of changing the way I think and act in life. This involves me taking pride in myself for outcomes from this endeavour, pride in the actions that I have, and continue to take, and looking deep into myself and seeing the love that I have for myself, and others. I have done a remarkable job, which requires continues re-enforcement.

All that being said and done, my mother said she was proud of me yesterday, as we left to catch our flight back home.

I don’t care that this one comes from outside. I am taking it, and holding it in my heart, where it can blossom with my self worth.

I am proud of myself too.