Feeling Proud?

Have you ever done something which others might consider insignificant but that actually made you feel really proud of yourself? Like the first time, as a kid, that you managed to tie your own shoelaces; everyone learns how do to it and it’s second nature now but, at the time, you could have burst with pride. When you do things like that as a child everyone congratulates you on a job well done which adds to your sense of satisfaction but, as an adult, the best you’ll get is a slightly quizzical look and ‘and?……’. Why is that? If we do something that beats our own teeny tiny inner demons, even if it’s something that others do without really thinking about it can’t we, at least, have a smile and a ‘well done’ as a reward?

BravoIt’s probably because we don’t tell anyone about it, we realise that no-one else will really be interested in our little accomplishment, let alone proud of us, so we just keep it to ourselves and our quiet satisfaction diminishes just a little. I’d really like to change that so I invite you all to share your proud moment here and I promise that I will give you the congratulations that you deserve.

In the interests of getting the ball rolling I’ll share with you the reason that I had to be silently proud yesterday…….

As many of you know, I have no sense of direction, to the point that, at the age of 50, I got lost in a service station in Italy and am incapable of going anywhere without the age of my trusty (if slightly bossy and irritating) SatNav. Yesterday, I met some friends for lunch in Villefranche Sur Mer which is about 45 minutes drive from where I live and, as usual, before I set off, I entered the address into the SatNav. I’d been there before so I had an idea where I was going but, with me, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

DrivingSo, I set off and all was going well until the Satnav lady started interrupting my favourite song with a bizarre instruction about turning left. This would not have been amiss if there was actually a left turning ahead but there wasn’t….I was in a tunnel??? What the bloody hell was she going on about? I figured out, in the end, that another road joined the tunnel and I should keep in my lane and follow the bend which inclined to the left. All of this took brain power which could have been more productively used concentrating on maneuvering my car through said tunnel. She confused me again by telling me to turn left 300 metres ahead, then immediately turn sharp right. Now, I can happily visualise one metre (sort of) but 300? That was going to take some thinking about and, what did she mean by immediately…..??? The upshot of this was that I turned left too early, found no sharp right immediately after and had to take a small detour, all the while praying that Satnav lady would hurry up and reset herself…

Anyway, for the journey home, I decided that she got on my nerves so I was going to ignore her and just follow the signposts. I admit I was nervous when I set off but there is only one road out of the town and I managed to follow it without incident so I considered that a promising start. Shortly afterwards I saw a sign to Monaco, excellent! I eagerly followed the road which got steeper and narrower as time went on. Eventually, when I was panicking in case I met a bicycle coming the other way, let alone another car, I came to a crossroads and, lo and behold, there was another signpost to lead me home – joy of joys!

HuhIt was at this point I realised that, although I had come in on the coastal road, I now appeared to be on a mountain road…..right, well, not to worry, just follow the signs. I did and arrived in Monaco (hurrah!) only to find myself stuck in a huge queue of traffic. Rather than sit there for ages, needing a wee (knew I should have gone before I left the restaurant), I decided to turn off the main road and head off back into the mountains. I came across aΒ  signpost which directed me to a village that I recognised and I knew that, if I got there, I could find my way home….

I DID IT!!! I found my way home, through the mountains, with out the aid of Satnav lady!!! This, I realise, would be of little import to those of you with even the vaguest sense of direction but I was really proud of myself :O)

So, there you go, I’ve told you mine, now you tell me yours; we all deserve a bit of praise for our little achievements ;O)




  28 comments for “Feeling Proud?

  1. September 13, 2018 at 7:39 am

    Well…. tying shoe laces… always did that badly. No laces in my life right now. Feeling smug.
    the “and? so what?” moment…. many of them. If I put them here it will be a long read. I explained to people I beat the olympic champion in the New York marathon. ok, he didn’t finish. The reaction – NOTHING. I never understood that. I was proud of beating him, not my fault he quit πŸ™‚
    Another time,someone asked me for directions, I couldn’t figure it out so just drove them. I liked that too πŸ™‚ Obviously there are many others so good, I couldn’t possibly mention them here πŸ™‚

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    • September 13, 2018 at 8:19 am

      You FINISHED a marathon!! Sod the other guy, you finished a marathon – that’s something to be incredibly proud of Tim :O) As is helping someone out when they really needed it – big pat on the back and a ‘hurrah’ for you xx

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      • September 13, 2018 at 8:23 am

        I was overtaken by a rhinoceros and a woman with one leg in central park…. so hurray for them πŸ™‚

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      • September 13, 2018 at 8:24 am

        Chuckles..what are you like ;O) x

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      • September 13, 2018 at 9:20 am

        Sorry to I turned up again, I did another half marathon only did a quick time -for me – because I left the car lights on.

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      • September 13, 2018 at 9:26 am

        Laughs! That is funny! Again, though congratulations on completing the half marathon :O)X

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      • September 13, 2018 at 9:34 am

        Congratulations on making this post, so I could be so nicely congratulated πŸ™‚

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      • September 13, 2018 at 12:28 pm

        :O) x


  2. September 13, 2018 at 7:55 am

    Oh this post is so dear. You had me cracking up πŸ˜‚

    Growing up, my parents always discredited my achievements saying that it’s nothing compared to their sacrifices. It totally affected how I view accomplishments. I’m so glad for this post. You have no idea. πŸ˜‡

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    • September 13, 2018 at 8:20 am

      Thank you Maia that’s really kind.
      As for what you said about your parents – it takes courage and honesty to be so open so well done – you should be proud :O) x

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      • September 13, 2018 at 9:44 am

        Thanks! I’ve decided to accept and be proud of the stories of my life – be it good or bad. It took me years, but I just recently learned to share them just like any other stories of my childhood. 😊

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      • September 13, 2018 at 12:28 pm

        That’s wonderful :O) x

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  3. September 13, 2018 at 8:21 am

    I am very impressed as I don’t drive ( not since I was 20 ) and if I did, getting lost would be very likely. But most moments when we can be proud are not seen by anyone else – eg your manager never sees when a customer or passenger is really happy with how you looked after them.

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  4. September 13, 2018 at 11:19 am

    I always yell at the SatNav lady 😦 Today I got out of bed and made myself tea with toast.

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  5. blindzanygirl
    September 13, 2018 at 11:49 am

    I felt proud when I got my degree in my forties, because my school headmaster had said, β€œYou are not degree material Lorraine.” And he hustled me off to teacher training college, where I prompltly failed because it was the wrong career for me. I went on to do a Masters and a Ph.D but the old sod is dead now so I can’t go and rattle him over the bead with my certificates lol

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    • September 13, 2018 at 12:30 pm

      Wow that’s amazing Lorraine, huge congratulations :O) xxxx

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      • blindzanygirl
        September 13, 2018 at 5:47 pm

        Thank YOU Lisa xo

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    • September 13, 2018 at 3:30 pm

      I would be tempted to go and dig him up to let him know. Of course, if he was cremated then that makes it difficult!

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      • blindzanygirl
        September 13, 2018 at 5:44 pm

        Lol Peter. That is funny. I was tempted to, to be honest. Ha!

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      • September 13, 2018 at 8:16 pm

        It’s a satisfying thought anyway!

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  6. September 13, 2018 at 2:16 pm

    Wow, that’s impressive!πŸ‘πŸ‘
    As always, your post is thought provoking and exciting!❀️

    Well, I am pretty proud of being able to adapt to my “housewife” tag, especially when I don’t get paid for the jobs that I do!πŸ˜‰

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    • September 13, 2018 at 3:25 pm

      Bless you πŸ™
      Housewife is not an easy job at all and you deserve a great big well done for adapting to it and for being proud of yourself πŸ˜ŠπŸ‘ xxx

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  7. September 13, 2018 at 8:28 pm

    way to go!!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  8. September 15, 2018 at 1:54 am

    Dude, that’s always a good feeling!🀩😍🀩😍

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