Last week it was gay pride in NYC. For the first time I ventured out in hopes of getting some great photo shots. I succeeded. 

However, it got me thinking about pride. How proud of myself for where I am in my life. How proud I am for whom I have in my life. How proud I am that I haven’t settled for anything less than happiness and what I want. 

Pride is a funny thing. It can be positive as I state above or it can get wounded. It takes a lot for someone to wound my pride or make me question my actions of behavior. 

To be proud is a powerful thing, but it can be overly annoying as well. So manny colors of the rainbow, they all deserve to shine.

In working on an airline recently I have experience pride in a couple different ways. I have seen pride blind people to good. I have seen pride be a shed to fault and prevent understanding. Most of all I have seen pride be a crutch that people lean on when they think they are right because they are too proud to admit when they are wrong. 

Being proud of my patience, proud of my work ethic, proud of meeting new people, proud I took a chance. However, the thing I am most proud of is my ability to admit when I am wrong, and admit that I do not know everything, and still have soo much to learn in life. 
Constantly I am changing and I am proud to be ever growing.