I haven't felt proud about anything for a long time. Quite the contrary, I've felt like an absolute failure. It's hard working for something for almost a year and a half only to have nothing to show for it. So maybe if I redirect that energy to my day job, I'll have something to be proud of. Maybe I'll feel good about myself again.
Problem is, I'm not really sure it works that way.
My blog reading schedule fell down the crapper last week. I woke up this morning at 5:30 to get all caught up. So though I may not have written any comments- do know that I've read each and every one of your posts. I'm cheering those follies on with some of you, being anxious waiting for symptoms & results with others, and jumping up and down with my pompoms rejoicing with Trisha.