What a Difference a Year Makes

When I think back to a year ago, I can't believe how different I was.
I hated my house, I worried all the time, I obsessed about little things and I cared way too much about what other people thought. I was very unhappy.

Well, now I like my house, and I worry, but not as much. I still obsess, but not to the point where it consumes my life. And I still care what people think, but hardly as much as I used to. I'm much happier.

Why the change? I got the help I needed. I talked about it. I dated a guy, who didn't turn out to be a great fit, but it was good for me in the time it lasted. I got a dog. I started doing the things I wanted to do. I stopped caring about others' opinions.
These were all good things that happened, and they were necessary. And I learned a lot from them.

I'm grateful I am still not that person, because I'm much, much happier now.