My version of unhappiness is so much different than it was a year ago or even six months ago. It's calmer and reasonable and much more easy to deal with and, best of all, ephemeral.
I can't feel badly about cutting cancerous friendships out of my life, even if many mutual friendships remain. I have to do what's best for ME.
My eating habits have changed drastically for the better, but it is unlikely that I will ever be a teeny weeny skinny mini. And that's okay.
I thrive when challenged.
Admitting that I have too much on my plate and re-prioritizing isn't quitting - it's reassessing.
My life runs far more smoothly when my apartment is clean.
I love trying new things.
I don't rule out any possibility until I absolutely, positively must. And even then, I really don't.
Quality, not quantity. Repeat.