I cried when my kid scored her first soccer goal at age 6.  I called my folks in shock when she scored 100 percent on the state math exam.  But, even better than watching her on stage at the Santa Monica Playhouse; even better than attending the premiere of The Reaping with my sister who acts in the movie, is the rush of completing my own goals.

My parental partners in crime, you know I’m not talking selfish here but satisfaction. I can barely get my flabby ass to the gym once a week so the fact that I just passed the Project Management Professional (PMP) exam, a 200-question, 4-hour global certification exam, after stewing about formulas and definitions and practice tests, I’m digging myself:

• I really rock, I’m not just reading about how I can rock in <i>Oprah</i>.

• Hells yeah!

• Unstoppable.

• My kid is proud of <u>me</u>.

• What’s Next?

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