Under Grumpa's Hat

At the end of the day, I just want to be proud of the person I have become.

I want to be proud of the love I gave of the way in which I risked my heart despite being hurt.

I want to be proud of the effort I showed those I cared about.

I want to know with a ruthless certainty that I showed up as much as I could, that I made people feel seen, that I made those around me feel less alone in this chaotic world.

I want to be proud of my life of the way I healed, of the way I made mistakes and learned from them, of the way I felt everything even when it wasn’t convenient or comfortable.

I want to be proud of the way I grew, of the way I let go, of the way I pushed myself to be a better person.

At the end of the day, I just want to be able to say without hesitation that I lived my life, that I did not just take a back seat to my pain, or to my flaws, or to whatever hardships came my way.

I want to be able to say that I am proud of the way I survived.

I want to be able to say that I did not take one day for granted.

I want to live with no regrets… at the end of the day.