What are you most proud of in your life?

It’s a funny old word Proud, I reckon. It doesn’t always sit right with me.

You may hear someone say ‘ Oh, she’s very houseproud’. But there’s something off about that, in my mind. Usually said as not so complimentary. If one needs to say something at all, why not? ‘She keeps her house lovely?’ Sounds completely different, doesn’t it? It was supposed to.

Or what about ‘ he’s a very proud man’? That phrase could mean multiple things, but it comes across on the negative side, I feel.

We all understand if a woman says she’s very proud of her kids, for whatever reason. We get it.  She’s allowed that

So, yep, I struggle with the word ‘ proud’ and how I may apply it to the DP today.

Doing an audit of my life thus far, I have certainly congratulated ( I think that’s the right word) for remaining  resilient when the path was rocky from time to time.

I’ve done bits and bobs, achieved little this n that’s that make me feel my life has not been wasted…but pride, dunno?

OK. I’ve got one. So many years ago, it almost feels like a past life that I got to abseil down the side of a theatre in Hammersmith, London, for charity.

I gave myself a tiny bravery award for even contemplating it. A pat on the back with relief when I did it and absolute blushed cheeks when some handsome guy in a uniform said I was ‘ a natural’. Lol. Yeah. I guess for a few minutes walking back to the tube, I was proud of myself. The proudest moment of my life, not so much, but the warm fuzzy feeling was definitely there for a short while.