Last year, I focused on stabilizing my psychological core. Among the multiple misconceptions and obsolete beliefs I resolved, in doing so I dissolved most of the remaining tendrils of my identification with needing other people to be/act/do/behave in certain ways in order for me to feel capable and worthwhile.
This year, I am tackling the remaining tendrils of my identification with poverty.
Bring it on, you fucking delusive antiquated bitch.