For years, I’ve been working on cultivating acceptance and curiosity, and here is this little guru, who’s known about these things all along.
Instead of trying to eliminate my perfectionism and labelling myself as an overcritical, overanalytical overthinker, I’ve learned to put these patterns to better use.
No matter how much I’ve healed, I’ve continued to cry about the things that have wounded me. What changes is the reason I’m crying.
I lost something important, but in return, I gained wisdom, experience, and valuable lessons about myself and my journey.
Writing a book about self-awareness has helped me become more aware of myself. I am stunned and humbled by this. I am doing what I now feel is right.
After years of struggle between the part of me that wants independence and the part that finds comfort in codependent patterns, I have found a sense of freedom.
Succeeding once can happen by accident, but succeeding consistently is a matter of practice, dedication, and mastery. There’s a difference between building up my ego and building up my skills.
Approval never paid my bills, and it never made me happy. If the absence of approval is the only price of freedom, then it’s a price I’m willing to pay.
How solitude has helped me think for myself around other people instead of alternating between being a people-pleasing doormat and a control-hungry rebel.
We tend to attribute romance only to couples, but the more I’ve walked my journey of self-discovery, the more romantic moments I’ve had with myself.