Feeling proud of myself. What does that really mean?
1 min readDec 2, 2019
It is not the diplomas, not the promotions and not the money either.
What is it then?
What is it that makes me feel proud of myself?
Shedding a tear.
It might come down to age. Experiencing a moment of reflection.
Sitting at the dining table sipping a glass of wine. Ready for bed.
Yet thinking about the meaning of life. Achievements. Pride.
It suddenly becomes clear that those memories of pride have one thing in common.
It is not about myself.
Others struggle.
They are having a hard time.
I don’t let them down.
They know they can count on me.
Whatever happens. Whenever.
It makes them smile.
It makes me proud.
