I feel good. I really fucking do. So I’m taking the time to celebrate that.
I walk with more confidence and purpose now. I’m more sure of myself. I’m more calm, collected and mindful. I’m able to think more clearly more quickly.
I’m really, really proud of myself and how far I’ve come. I’ve done a really good job of overcoming a shit ton of things in my life, big and small, and I’m grateful for every part of myself. I wouldn’t be where I am today without all of it, the good, the bad, the maddening, the tears, the confusion, all of it.
There have been times where I wished certain things happened differently or not at all. There have been other times that I’ve been practically blissed out of my mind with happiness.
My journey has relied upon both of those extremes and everything in between to make me the person I am today. And yours has as well.
So right now, in spite of or because of everything that’s happened so far in my life, I am good. Really, really good.
I still don’t have everything figured out, and I’m sure I never will, but I’m good. I still worry about things sometimes or make mistakes or feel embarrassed or mess up, and I know that no matter where I am in my journey, all of that will still be present in my life.
But still, I am good. I am solid. I am mindful of what I still want to improve on and what I still want to accomplish out of life, but I’m not as desperate as I used to be. I don’t waver or scare as easily.
Right now, at this moment in my life, I am good, and I am celebrating it instead of running from or ignoring it.