Kadiera's Playground Cute but Evil - it averages out

I dislike driving near people who can't drive in the snow.

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I received my royalty payment yesterday for my essay in Manifesting Prosperity. Yay me, I am now officially a paid writer.

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Lots of thinking going on as I get through the work of figuring out what I know and what I don't know, spiritually and religiously speaking. It's odd, but good.

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In other thinking news, I'm contemplating this concept of pride. I get nervous when people say they're proud of me, and I assume they are not sincere, and that it's just a ploy to make me see things their way.

A big part of this is that no one ever said they were proud of me as a kid.

The only time my dad ever said that he was proud of my achievements, I was an adult, and he was trying to convince me that I shouldn't get married. Because, you know, he didn't know this person, and he had known the previous guys I'd dated. And he wanted me to know that getting married wasn't a requirement, because I was smart and he was proud of the things I'd accomplished - and besides, he'd liked my ex, and couldn't understand why we'd broken up.

"Dad, he's gay and moved to Seattle with his boyfriend." *blink* Well, but dad had liked him anyway, and I should think this through before I did it.

So, if that's what it takes for my dad to say he's proud of me, in a conversation that has almost nothing to do with the things he's supposedly proud of...is he really proud of me?

Note to self: Make sure the munchkin knows when we think he's doing a good job. Make sure to tell him that trying your best is important, regardless of the results.