Being bad at something creates an opening for someone to contribute to me.
Start with the truth, and go from there.
Positively impacting the people I care about is annoyingly difficult.
It seems like there’s no time for me to do the things I want to do. That does not mean it is like that.
Complaining keeps a negative part of my life alive.
The world does not revolve around me.
I experience love at the edge of my patience.
Letting go takes less energy than holding on. I am free to choose.
It’s never over, until we say it is.
Whatever makes the most difference is not always obvious.