A Moment of Pride
What are you most proud of in your life? This is an interesting question because, for my brain type, pride is fleeting. It is a moment of accomplishment, a “look what I did” butterfly held timidly in cupped hands and that flies away as soon as I release it… and then I move on to the next mountain. I wonder if having pride is something ingrained in childhood, similar to having a good memory. Is pride created by hanging up your child’s artwork? Here’s a patch of honesty — I’m so out of the loop when it comes to pride that I had to look up “what instills pride in…