This sounds conceited but it’s not meant to be!
I try not to toot my own horn. Lord knows, I’ve got a ton of faults. When I was writing regularly, I spoke of them often, which forced me to constantly take a step back to readjust and try to fix them. I still do that, mind, it’s just less often that I spend entire days (Okay, who am I kidding? Sometimes I wallowed for months.) completely immersed in how much I suck.
So believe me when I say I’m not writing this to talk about how awesome I am. I am not awesome.
But I spent some time reading old posts, and tweets, and conversations to decide where to go next and I realize I kinda like me.
This doesn’t mean much to most people. Most people have a bit of anxiety about themselves, but over all, they mostly like themselves. I’ve disliked myself for as long as I can remember. My faults frustrate me. How hard it is to overcome and change my faults is painful. Learning things I should have learned as a child (like talking over a problem instead of screaming and crying hysterically, for example) is tiring. And for whatever reason, instead of trying to do something about a lot of it, I just hated myself. Cause that’s so productive.
But not anymore! Today, I realized I kinda like me. And that’s pretty fucking cool.