I am a work in progress

I’ve been doing a lot of self-improvement lately. I am taking up classes. I exercise. I am taking care of myself.

I want to make all these good things a habit.

I know these are the bare minimum but I just felt a sense of relief because for the two past years, I felt I was regressing. There are just those days — days when you think that maybe you’re doing good only for that to come crashing down and realize you’re actually pretty inadequate.

I remember creating a vision board of things I wanted for myself in the years to come, and I feel happy that I am able to tick off some of them on my list.

I think I’ve been restricting myself too much and for far too long. I just want to be spontaneously happy and do the things I enjoy doing. 

All these things I do for myself and nobody else.

I know for the past years it has been so difficult to breathe. Like no one understands. But it’s okay. As long as I understand myself.

Cliché at that may sound, but it is real. 

Tonight I knew deep in my bones. I’m slowly getting better.

I’m not regressing.

Progress, is progress. No matter how slow or how little.