A completely unorthodox list of what I’m truly proud of. Inspired by the ramblings in the previous post.
- for knitting my very own lace over-knee stockings, even if it took me three years (I took a break for 2 years)
- whenever I manage to be myself in an unfamiliar social situation or with people I don’t know well
- for taking a shy and difficult cat, having the patience to endure her first week’s antics and somehow intuitively do things right so that after a month and a half, I had melted her heart and earned her trust. She no longer hid and hissed, but purred and wanted to be stroked more often than I could manage
- for conquering depression and overcoming other similar challenges
- for the things I know and understand about the workings of human nature and life
- for sewing my own pretty 19th century inspired pyjamas
- for having the capacity to think outside the box and trying to live my life outside the social confines I don’t agree with
- for putting together my own bike and other jobs I’ve done for the first time and not made a complete mess of
- for the items in my wardrobe, which are ever so pretty, by far my wardrobe is prettier than most people’s, and obviously I say so myself and don’t expect others to agree
- whenever I manage to cook something that tastes reasonably good
- whenever I do all the pesky tasks I set out to do that day instead of procrastinating
And as a proof of how proud I am… I made pizza some weeks ago. From scratch. It didn’t turn out horrible and I was quite proud of the sauce. The dough could do with improvements, but here goes my first self-made pizza. I don’t take photos of food unless I’m proud of it, so yeah, no joke, I truly am.