I like myself.

This makes me smile. It makes me dance. It brings a few tears to my eyes that glisten, but don’t fall.

I did not have a perfect day. It was long, and parts of it were really hard. I was not perfect in my day.

This past six months has been the hardest time I’ve ever had in some ways. In other ways, it is the very best. I am coming to know that I am enough. I am believing it in bits and pieces. Slowly, I am setting myself free. I can feel it happening in small moments.

I wouldn’t trade this for anything. I wouldn’t wish myself to be anyone else or to be anywhere else. As hard as it is, it is absolutely perfect for me.

Can I say it again?

I like myself.