I know and appreciate who I am.
I don't worry about what other people think so much.
I'm finding time to write.
I've visited lots of cool places.
I know how to knit.
I own a black, electric guitar.
I have stopped hiding my natural hair.
I am married to a wonderful man, but even if I wasn't, I guarantee I wouldn't be dating half of the ridiculous characters I dated in my 20s. (Remind me to tell you about the guy who lived with his mother and spent half our date regaling me with stories about scratching and mixing back in his DJing days--classic hell date experience.)
I know that not having bio kids doesn't mean that I can't have a positive impact on future generations. I have awesome stepkids, nieces and nephews.
I don't live in that shitty studio apartment anymore--the one with the drunken Russian neighbors who I just knew were going to burn the whole place down with their space heater.
I'm not killing myself working 60 hours a week shilling consumer products for a PR agency. Never again, my friends.
I'm not afraid to say what I think.
I still love the big city, but I've come to appreciate other places, too. Where you live is what you make of it.
I know my shortcomings and I'm okay with them.
I do yoga.
I've embraced my bookwormy geeky side.
I love ME. And that's a great place to be.
Yep, it's getting better all the time.