I’ve been me a really long time. I have gotten used to it. In fact, I like it.  A lot.  You see, I have had lots of practice and become really good at it. I can afford to brag about how good I am at being me because I know no matter how hard you try, you could never be a better me than I am.

Sometimes, I feel the world doesn’t get how hard being me can be. Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather be me than anyone else, but it doesn’t mean it’s easy.  There are deadlines I miss (and really can’t explain why), there are expectations I don’t live up to (and sometimes have a clue why) and there are messes I create that are so monumental they should be memorialized, somehow.  All this and more contribute to making being me no walk in the park.

And now I want to be a better me.

I’ve read the books, listened to the speakers, Googled, asked, gone to church and done all those things people like me do to become better at being themselves. After all the effort, I don’t think I’m all that better. Maybe just a little bit.

That’s what I think it eventually boils down to. If I can be a little bit better at being me every week, I will be a whole lot better at being me by the end of year.

Are you better this week than you were last week? A little bit maybe?