No matter how often nor how adamantly I remind myself not to—do not, do not, do not—I still find myself trying to define myself via other people’s opinions. One snarky comment, one misconstrued sentence, and I am down. It is a recurring problem with a solution so simple that I want to yell at myself for not accepting it. I am my own person. I trust myself with my own life. I am incredibly fine in solitary mode, solid and self-assured, but it seems so easy for someone else to change my feelings in a moment. The problem is other people, and yet it really, really isn’t. I am my own ruiner. ♦