I like to think of myself as a project, albeit an incomplete one. A lot of the pieces of me have clicked into place in recovery.
I'll never be perfect and don't strive to be, but I am less often the governing problem in my own or other people's lives. Miraculously, given the self-loathing that I brought with me into recovery, I love myself always.
I have mostly healthy, happy people in my life and have figured out how to love the few who aren't—from afar. I am much less reactive these days and more accepting of things.
I can still lack self-confidence when I try to do something new. I've come to accept that I'm not good at conventional things like housekeeping or cooking and have released myself from those gendered expectations, fully.
I can be overly sensitive about most things having to do with my family of origin, and I'm not sure that will change any time soon. It doesn't have to.