THE DAILY PROMPT: PROUD When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you? Well, this actually very easy. Just the other day at work my co-worker told me she was in fact very proud of me. About a year ago 
we began the daunting task of converting to the world of Electronic Health Records. To make a very looooong story very short…things don’t always go according to plan. At the end of Summer someone in our office was under the impression that perhaps the upcoming election may let’s just say have a different outcome, therefore we put this whole electronic record transformation on hold. Lesson…do not count your chickens before they’re hatched. So, now that the Inauguration has taken place and it appears the Prez is staying for the next four years, we are back to perusing this monumental change. We all know that no one likes the C-Word, but there are moments when it’s just necessary in order to get the ball rolling. I hope you all realize I’m talking about Change…just checking. 
This brings us to Monday when we once again started to dabble back into this new system to see just how much information was actually retained after all these months. After a few technical difficulties that nearly pushed us all over the imaginary cliff…we started. Ok, let’s get back to the prompt at hand. On Tuesday I started to scan some records into the computer. For the record, it’s not as easy as it sounds. By the grace a God, a miracle, a fluke or some other out of this world phenomenon I was able to wiz right through the process without an ounce of hesitation. This is when I heard those magic words…. Co-worker: Wow, how did you do that? Me: I have no idea. Co-worker: I’m really proud of you for remembering how to do that. Me: Laughter. Considering I couldn’t guarantee this would happen a second time. I must say it’s nice to get a little pat on the back every once in a while…even when you might not feel it’s necessary. We live in a 
world where criticism comes easier that compliments. A place where people seem to have a difficult time stepping out of their own boastful bubble to recognize the very things that deserve gratitude. So it’s best to just humbly accept that someone recognizes something good in you and watch it blossom. Hey, even my dog likes to hear that he is a “Good Boy” just for pooping! Make your supporters proud, your haters jealous and Enjoy the Ride!
Life With The Top Down 
EMRs are really important. It makes all the difference in the world if you go to different doctors and they need to quickly coordinate care. Just a click and there are the results of the MRI. Another click and there’s the CT scan. A third click and they learn that you work in medical malpractice.
Glad your side won! And I’m proud of what you’re doing, too.
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If it was an R idea I think it would be completely different…lol.
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Oh, you mean like the Obamacare mechanism?
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I think I should tell my dog more often that I’m so proud of her for pooping. Especially when she does it in the evil neighbor’s bushes.
Great post, Lisa! I loved the last bit.
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Hahaha! You better let her know…my husband always says “you never tell me I’m a good boy for pooping”…lol
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Me either. I feel like you’re playing favorites now.
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That’s what he says too Twin…lol
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It’s just not fair.
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I did not receive enough praise as a young person, so I have gone the other way & make sure to tell my daughter I am very proud of her for everything she does. I’m not afraid to tell her if she messes up – why should I be afraid to tell her if she’s done something good?
On the other hand I was working in a temporary position a few years ago where a co-worker was constantly thanking me for doing things to help her. At the time it felt like she was putting a barrier between us by acting like she needed to thank me for everything instead of just appreciating my work as part of the team. I talked to her about it & she said she didn’t realize how her actions were making me feel. Too much praise can a way of keeping someone separated from a group.
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I know someone who does tat and I must say it is beyond annoying. I also brought it to her attention, but she still does it. Knowing her background I realized it stems from a self-esteem issue or she has the feeling of extreme unworthiness. She is the only one who can make that change, but sometimes pole habits are hard to break.
Your daughter is a lucky girl. As long as you keep the balance, I don’t see anything wrong it.
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I honestly can’t recall the last time anyone told me they were proud of me. I’m not sure if that’s because simply doing what’s expected of me is..well..expected of me, or if no one notices how wonderful I am because I’m always so wonderful – and modest too! Perhaps everyone is saving the accolades and compliments for my eulogy.
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Since you are so great, I would imagine people feel “Hey, I’m not telling him I’m proud, he’s probably tired of hearing it” Yea, that’s the ticket.
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Of course you must be correct.
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We all need some encouragement to balance out the other stuff. Well done.
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Lisa! We’re playing blog tag and I tagged you 😉
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You are right. I think it makes a lot of difference when someone acknowledges you in a positive light. Often I send a piece out to a client and wait for feedback. They will call me for the next item and I will ask, “was the last piece OK?”. The response is usually, “oh, yeah, we loved it. Nice job”. Would it kill them to let me know at the time instead of sweating it out and wondering if I would ever hear from them at all?
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That’s a great story. I’m proud of you for always writing fascinating blog material! You do it better than almost anyone!
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And I am proud of you for blogging every day – and really doing it well – while also making people proud at work. A standing o for you!
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Thank you! I can’t do every day, but I’ve been trying as many of these Daily Prompts as possible for one reason..they make you write without really thinking.
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