I’m stuck in the creative dark-age at the moment so the last thing I did that I could look at and be proud of was a while ago. It was probably a particular photo I have taken. Possibly one of the ones still in the camera, and the pride is weak because photography is a poor third or fourth place on a list of desirable hobbies. First being creative writing (coming up with something profound) or computer generated 3d artistry.
I’ll go away and think about what it is. In the meantime what was the last thing you did that you could take a step back from and then look at with pride?
I was out having a cigarette break when I let loose a really musical fart. Although it was admittedly not under my own volition, I did indeed admire my handiwork for a second.
My dear Wife and I took my 79 year old Mother home to a Thanksgiving diner 1500 miles away at my in-laws. She has had health problems, but is overcoming them. She has not traveled far for 10 years.
She loved it, had a wonderful time and feels much, much better about her ability to get out in the world and do things again.
Built my kid a kick-ass “clubhouse/treehouse” (we have no trees, so I hadda build them too!)
So far, it has a rickity ladder, a sandbox under an observation deck (8’ x 8’, 6’ off the ground) with porch and a firepole for sliding down. More to come, as materials make themselves available.
I stood on the patio cooking a steak and watched him run up the ladder and slide down the pole about a hundred times and felt pretty good for the first time in years.
I figure it’ll raise the property value as well, seeing as it is so well built. It will outlive me I’m sure.
Also I set up a trans friend in Winnipeg with contacts for our LGBT rights critic as well as a sympathetic MLA to try to help him resolve a bizarre bureaucratic logjam regarding coverage for his surgery.
I was going to say I’m proud to have lived through 2007 (it’s been a nightmarish year for a lot of reasons), but then I realized I’ve still got 35 days to go.
I’m proud to have passed the Tennessee bar exam this year.
Last weekend was a reunion for past pupils of my local primary school. My old school, as well. I’m proud that I kept a five-year-old promise that I’d do everything I could to get a reunion organised (the last one was in 1970, so this one breaks a 37-year drought). Everyone who attended had a great time. They’re still talking about it in my neck of the woods. I was part of the organising committee, and kept saying, “This will happen.”
One time I’m really proud of being a willful determined cuss.
I’m proud of the fact that I freaked out and quit my job, but then had the strength to acknowledge it was a mistake and despite my aversion to showing weakness, I asked to go back. I’m also proud that since coming back, I keep getting these awards for having a high book-rate… and that my job becomes a little easier every day, so I obviously made the right decision.
Yeah, I’m really proud of that. It took a lot of courage to go back and continuously face all that anxiety.
I ran 16.62 kilometers in 01:32:30 (that’s a kilometer in 05:34, seven seconds below what I’ll need to run a four-hour marathon) before breakfast this morning. Can’t really compare with matt_mcl’s accomplishment, but I’m proud of it. Results like that over the past couple of weeks have made me feel like I might actually manage to run a marathon in four hours six months from now, and that I will be proud of.
Several of my seventh graders did really well on their last test. I am really proud of them, and of me too, because my explanations must have made some amount of sense!
I crafted a particularly powerful email today that did wonders at work. (I am also a published author and former fiction writer - it’s sinking pretty far down to now list an email as writing I’m proud of. :eek: )
I finished laying down the last of the vocal tracks for my band’s upcoming album this weekend. Of course, there’s still work to do with mixing, etc., but at least we’ve reached a major milestone.
Having an astoundingly beautiful, intelligent, sexy, witty, wise, educated, fun, considerably younger woman fall and stay madly in love with me for no reason other than for who I am. I had no idea that this would ever be possible again after a 20-year marriage that ended in divorce (I’m 47), or that I had any particularly attractive traits left.
Sadly, nothing can come of it for practical reasons, but it’s certainly given my self-esteem a massive boost, and I think I’m justified in feeling pride as well as sadness.
I finally donated blood for the first time! I wasn’t putting it off all these years because I was scared - just too damn lazy. When I did it, I gave double red which was the ultimate best I could do.
I recently finished a miniature chest of drawers for our spices. It’s walnut, with elliptical bird’s eye maple inlays on each side. I’m just starting to embark on my woodworking hobby, and in spite of the piece’s flaws, I think it’s pretty darned good. My wife was impressed, too, which made me even prouder.
