No matter what happens, I like me for the first time in a long while.
Buddy, I feel the same way. Ain't it good? Don't know where or what my life will be a year from now. Am a bit afraid, honestly, But I feel good and like who I am, again (I remember this guy). Haven't completely accepted the "no matter what happens part", yet because I know what I want to happen. It's really just not going to in my sitch, though. She's gone with a capital G.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac