At the beginning of the year, my previous superviser at work made us pull a keyword out of a hat and asked us to spend the rest of 2019 to figure out what that word means to you. My keyword was “Important”. What is important to me? Is it my work? Fame? Family? Friendship? Or perhaps, my relationship? It took me awhile to finally realize that what’s important to me is me. Throughout the decade, I don’t think I spend enough time on giving myself enough importance. I would always be swayed by my romantic relationship and constantly doubt my capabilities. I live in fear of the many scars I’ve…