Can I acknowledge that I messed up without telling myself I’m a mess? 
Can I practice regret without falling into an abyss?
Can I take responsibility without blaming myself?
Can I apologize for a mistake instead of hoping everyone will just move on?
Can I acknowledge a time when I could have been a better leader in my own life?
Can I release myself from the shame of having not responded sooner to someone so that I can finally reach out?
Can I accept that I will be okay even if someone who hurt me—a parent, former partner, friend, or stranger—never acknowledges the pain they caused?
Can I let someone treat me for a coffee, dinner, or movie without feeling guilty?
Can I accept help from another without jumping to the conclusion that they want something from me?
Can I hold my point of view without being validated for it?