My number one goal is to become more comfortable in my skin.

I’ve never been completely happy with my looks. It’s a long struggle, and looking in the mirror isn’t my favourite activity. I’m working on losing weight, and there’s a bit of an improvement.

Then there’s my habits. Or lack thereof. I’ve never been Molly Homemaker, and I probably never will be. As it is, I live in a cluttered environment. And day by day, step by step, small amounts of clutter are disappearing.

And my social activities? I’m constantly in fear of saying the wrong thing, or being judged lacking. The fear of never being good enough perhaps really describes all aspects of my life.

One day at a time. That’s all I can do.