I can’t think of the last time I’ve truly focused on me and my happiness only. I’m always thinking of others. Being a parent moves me even further away from that.
Being a parent brings me more joy than I ever imagined. I find it very rewarding, daily, even through the hardest times.
I have too much stuff and I’m enjoying getting rid of it.
Comparing myself to others will never make me feel better.
I’m too honest, I used to think that was a great quality. Not so much anymore.
I really don’t have a best friend. That term seems cliche.
I need to be more grateful for things.
I’ll never make as much money as I think I should. I’ll always want more, even though all my needs are provided for and beyond.
I never sleep well.
I enjoy exercise, so why don’t I do it more? It costs nothing but time. It makes me happy. That leads back to #1…