I don’t have a lot of things and my life, right now, doesn’t feel like it’s going where I want it to – at least not quickly. There’s a laundry list of shortcomings I identify with, that my head runs over when it’s stuck in an unkind place.
Last night, I watched ‘The Fight’ by Jessica Hynes. I was profoundly when Mick, responding to “somebody’s got to do something that they can be proud of”, replied: “If you’re not proud of me that’s fine, ‘cos I’m proud. I’m proud of me.”
My unkind thoughts dismiss that where I am is because of support I’ve given others and that I’m still giving. More than one life has breathed more easily, precisely because I have lived and contributed.
That’s something to be proud of. A meaningful measure of success.
Kindly, keep going.
You support me all the time and have made things easier for me at times when I’ve needed it most, thank you.
Pleased I’ve been a help. :^)