I really like it when Tara forces us to stretch our minds a bit and to consider a serious question. This one opens many possibilities and it has not been easy to decide.
In the end, at the risk of sounding arrogant, I have decided to say that I am proud of… myself. I believe women do not say that nearly enough, and yet we have so much to congratulate ourselves about. I read a lot of blogs, and I am amazed at what other women do, get over, deal with, survive. Truly astonishing.
In my case, I am proud of my two girls. Their creativity. Their compassion. Their maturity. The way they force me to question certain negative reactions that have become habits over the years and to work at getting rid of them. The list could go on and on. But I am equally proud of the love and attention I give them, the tools to think outside of the box and the total faith in their abilities.
I am proud of my husband. The way when he says he will work on something that is creating a problem in our relationship, he actually does it. The fact that he is unselfish enough to put the needs of the ones he loves before his own. How concerned he is about my children and what is best for them. And how he does his utmost to make me feel better when times are rough. This is just to name but a few. And I am proud of how I am doing my best to make life easier for him. Making our home a nice and warm place to come back to. How I try to surprise him and make him laugh. On that score, the Playboy chocolate Advent calendar was a hit…
I am not twenty anymore. I have had a reasonably successful career in marketing, but feel much happier now working freelance. I mainly write, which I love, and have time for my family and for myself. I had the courage to change path, and been fortunate enough to be able to do so. I have survived sudden deaths in my family and a divorce. A bit more than two years ago, I moved countries with my children, to be with the man I love and to start afresh. I am still learning a new language and how my adoptive country works, but I am getting better at it every day. Earlier this year, I let my eldest daughter go, as this meant she would be much happier. I do what is necessary to be quite fit and in good health, and I am told that I am the sexiest woman alive (although Sexy Hubby might be a tad biased on that one).
Of course, I am far from perfect and I have my many flaws. But when I look back, the balance definitely tilts to the positive side.
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