I have in dreams at times imagined that I was better than I am, and sometimes, those dreams came true. No, it was not like how I thought it would go, and there was always a lot more pain involved than I believed was absolutely necessary, but there it was: I became what I believed I could be. It took a lot of prayer along the way, and before I could chance to begin, it took a dose of complete honesty, that I needed first to see how completely deficient I was in the virtues I had thought I subscribed to. I think it has something to do with what JC had said about the truth setting you free: when you can stop making excuses for yourself, especially to yourself, you have a genuine ground from which you might start your climb. But it is possible. People can change. Progress is taking it one day at a time, with a lot of miscalculations along the way, but breakthroughs come. Perchance arrives the time when you look at yourself in the mirror and recognize this new person is you — and believe, if just for a second, in miracles.