This is the first day of the rest of my life.
Trite? Yes. But it’s also true. I’ve lived my whole life trying to please a husband, my parents, and various bosses. When you try to please someone else, you generally come away from the experience frustrated. You have pleased them only a certain percentage of the time, and yourself, hardly ever.
Today the new regime begins. I count. I matter. I get to be first sometimes. Ignore me at your own peril.