A sad event took place for my wife a couple of weeks ago. She felt devastated because while out shopping, wearing a set of earrings I had given to her on a significant birthday, she somehow lost one of them. After doing everything that could be done in an attempt to find the missing item, resigned to its loss, she confided to our daughter that she was dreading telling dad. "You needn't worry about that." my firstborn explained, "Dad is the sweetest person. He would never get angry about something like this."
After many hugs to console her on the loss of a 'thing' that can be replaced (well, we hope so anyway; the search for a match is proving difficult), she told me what our daughter had said. As you can imagine it moved me so much to know that the very best part of my stealthy self-improvement project is touching loved ones too. You see it really is not that terribly long ago that my wife would have been correct to dread telling me such a thing.
Somehow, self-acceptance, and self-confidence has translated into a general feeling of understanding (dare I say, empathy) for others too.
Oh, I still get angry. I am definitely a work in progress, but at least the direction is a good one that has been noticed and appreciated.