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It's really easy to rag on myself about all the things in my life I still need to work on (make friends, become less self-conscious/self-centered, do something creative, exercise, get a job and on and on...) I can't win with that kind of thinking--there will always be more to work on. Yesterday, I ran into the dude who did my intake 6 weeks ago and he said, "Hey Gloria! You look a hell of a lot better than the last time I saw you!!" And I realized how right he was. I have made phenomenal progress in the past 6 weeks, and I lost sight of where I'm coming from. And what more could I ask for than progress? If I don't set more realistic standards for myself and treat myself with more respect, perfectionism will be the death of me. Literally.