I spent so much of last year trying to make other people happy, to impress them, to live up to their standards. And I just don’t want to any more.
The only opinion that really matters is your own. And since I look at myself so negatively, looking at the things I want to change, not the things I want to keep, I don’t have a very good opinion of myself.
I’m slowly changing the things I dislike, and learning to appreciate the things I do like. And learning to love some things I used to hate. About myself and others.
Acceptance is important, and I’m getting better at it, I think.
I’m learning, slowly, but I am learning. I’m learning to accept other people. I’m learning that maybe I don’t have to fit quite like I thought I did. That this box wasn’t made for me, and I don’t have to live in it.
So I’m making 2015 the year of me. The year of happy. The year of aiming high, and keeping going. The year of no looking back. I don’t care what other people do to me, I’m making this year a good year.