Quiet victory.

I've been working out at the gym steadily since the beginning of the year.  I can finally see the results physically, but more importantly, I'm beginning to see them mentally as well.  When faced with physical challenges (i.e. climbing on top of the dryer to reach a can of spray paint on the high shelf without the assistance of a stool or step ladder), I've started replacing mental statements of "I can't do that" with "I can" or "I'm going to try."  

I'm not saying that I can do this whole life thing on my own, but I'm gaining confidence in myself.  A self that has taken on years of verbal and mental self-abuse.  A lifetime of self-doubt.  Years and years of listening to voices that are not whispering Truth and Love over me.  

It's a quiet victory.