I’m not perfect (my self-deprecating thoughts will assure you of it).
But I’m really beginning to like who I am. Which is surprising because I felt like who I am (for so long) was just a little off. Not tall enough, not smart enough, not on-time enough… just not much of “enough” at all. It wasn’t just 1 thing that changed this; I suppose I’ll break down “all” of the things I can consciously remember one day.
For now, I’m just happy—and that’s enough.