I always hear people say “new year/day, new me” or something along those lines. It always involves saying that this is a new me. I don’t actually like that idea. To me calling my progress a new me feels like I am cutting off the old me. Which for some maybe a good thing of course given their personal histories. But for me I don’t want to cut away and forget my past moving forward. So I’ve decided to start saying New Day, Better Me. I want to acknowledge my past. I want to give the girl I was once credit in her role to make me the woman I am today. All the struggles, all the scars, those molded me. Like a lump of steel I feel like I am being forged into something more purposeful. I bear my scars with pride. They show I fought but more importantly they show I survived. My parents always call me a fighter, a warrior. I think I can acknowledge now they have always been right about that. So as my day begins today I will embrace it as a new day to become a better me.