When I was younger, I made a lot of bad choices. Often in hopes of a good outcome, but an objective observer would’ve seen them for folly. Now, I think it was because I didn’t respect myself enough. Self-respect teaches us not to pin contentedness on a forlorn hope or unrequited love.
I’m pleased to be more comfortable with who I am today. To know that I am both enough and also a work in progress.
Better choices flow from that improved self-respect.
A better version of me arises as I choose more wisely, too.