When's the last time you were proud of yourself?

June 4, 2025 | Sparkle Wednesday

Last week felt like six days packed into four. It was a whirlwind. Don’t get me wrong, I love a solid three-day weekend. But the workweek didn’t shrink; it just got compressed. By Friday, I was worn out and craving some downtime.

The evening started off beautifully: a walk with our new pup, Django, a glass of Pinot Noir in the backyard, then up to the studio to play through a few songs. But somewhere along the way, I got agitated. I started fixating on how much I needed a volume foot pedal. As I write this now, I realize how silly that sounds.

David, trying to help, suggested a workaround and brought up another keyboard from downstairs. Instead of feeling supported or grateful, I got more irritated. And just like that, we were bickering. Arguing, even. Thankfully, that’s rare for us. We were both just spent.

David, wisely, gave me space and headed downstairs. I rolled out my yoga mat, still fuming. The anger was radiating from me. But something shifted when I melted into child’s pose. I started to laugh. The whole thing was ridiculous. Why was I angry with one of my favorite humans on the planet?

I went downstairs and apologized. It might not seem like something to be proud of, but I am. I’m proud of choosing to let go. BTW - The evening turned around, and we ended up having a really great night!

What about you? When's the last time you were proud of yourself?