Sometimes I do feel like I think about myself too much. I can remember a time when I always thought of someone else first. I gave too much power to the outside world. I am proud of the new me. I feel great about the effort I have put into my life. I will be 49 in a month. I am looking forward to it. I know I have better days ahead of me. I am so excited about the possibilities, and then again, I look forward to choosing to do nothing.