I feel so proud of myself for doing things.
Not even big things.
Writing papers, doing my laundry, reading hundreds of pages.
Kevin jokingly told me today, "Mandy, you are an adult."
And sometimes I pretend like I'm not.
But sometimes I surprise myself,
And do things that I can be proud of.
And it reminds me that I can do hard things.
Do you ever feel like that?