I'm proud of me. I am. I don't feel it all the time. other times, there is so much going on, how I feel about myself seems like an insignificant detail. but it's there. a gold thread in a much larger tapestry, just as beautiful when picked out on its own.
I am proud of me. I'm proud of who I'm becoming and the ways in which I watch myself grow. I'm proud of what I've overcome. I am proud of how I interact with others. how I spend my time. how I handle my fear. how I experience my joy.
only I know the whole of what I've been through; who I want to be and if I'm any closer to it, and the distance I've traveled and will continue to travel to get there. I don't need to wait until or if I ever reach it to know there's something to be proud of. it doesn't need to be over, to be its best, to be complete in order to be an accomplishment. I'm proud of me. though I might forget, I'll remember again.
