Daily Prompt: Proud

When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you?

Wow. This got me thinking really hard.
I suddenly realized that I take a lot of things for granted.
One thing is accepting compliments like people saying they’re proud of me.

Lately, I do remember most people are saying how they were proud of me that I crossed an item of my bucket list. Well, some of them didn’t even know I had a list but most people who know me knows that this was something I really wanted to do. And this is to be involved with musical theater.

Last year, I took the first (scary) steps.
I joined theater workshops.

Again, if you know me, you would know that:
– I am scared of the stage
– I hate public speaking
– I am a big introvert!

So imagine what the first few days of workshop were for me!
Little did I know that my fear would be overthrown by my passion for theater.
Getting to sing, perform on stage, and work with people as passionate as I am trumped all doubts I had.

My first summer workshop was the best summer I had in years!
It was so surreal that we couldn’t let go of each other even after months after the workshop.

Teachers were so inspiring.
Classmates were so helpful and supportive.

Getting to share with my friends and family the experience through the final showcase was doubly rewarding. And I am glad that even for those who weren’t able to go but have seen the pictures, messaged me to say that they were proud of me.

I am, too.

Here are some photos of the workshops I’ve attended.









Scene: You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear.

Challenge: Describe what’s in the room.


I would have to admit I have many fears.

  • Fear of heights — not so much any more but still… overpass and roof decks? yikes!
  • Fear of being in the middle and under the deep blue sea — the nothingness and the suffocation!
  • Fear of vomiting — the icky and empty feeling. ugh!
  • Fear of death of a loved one — 😦
  • Fear of being stupidly in love — oh yes! hit me on the head when this happens.
  • Fear of being a parent — you’ll never know how your child will turn out and its all thanks to you. scary!
  • Fear of being on stage alone or the center of attention — slowly conquering this one but not quite there yet…
  • Fear of dogs, cats, cockroaches — basically anything that moves, really…

…and the list goes on.

But to identify my “greatest fear”? That would be tricky. And I do not think it can be contained in only one room.

I guess the best answer to this question is a combination of one or more of the fears I have listed above. The  greatest will be if ALL of those fears experienced at once or in a room. Right? *cringe*

Side note: Talking about combination of fears, this made me remember the book I recently read– “Life of Pi”. Now that is what you call the ultimate greatest fear. Loss of family. Stranded in the middle of the Pacific with a predator. To live or not to live? Death would be less scary compared to his circumstance.