A great "Declaration"

This is a wonderful read for anyone, at any time. The timing of it, for me, was perfect.
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My Declaration of Self-Esteem by Virginia Satir (1975)


I AM ME
In all the world, there is no one else like me.

There are persons who have parts like me, but no one adds up exactly like me.

Therefore, everything that comes from me is authentically mine, because I choose it.

I own everything about me:
My body, including everything it does;
My mind, including all its thoughts and ideas;
My eyes, including the images they behold;
My feelings, whatever they may be...Anger, joy, frustration, love, disappointment, excitement;
My mouth, and all the words that come out of it,
Polite, sweet or rough, correct or incorrect;
My voice, loud or soft;
And all of my actions, whether they be to others or to myself.

I own my own fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, and my fears.

I know that there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know.
But as long as I am friendly to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for the solutions to the puzzles and for ways to find out more about me.
However I look and sound,
Whatever I say and do,
And whatever I think and feel at a given time is me.
This is authentic and represents where I am at that moment in time.

When I review later how I looked and sounded,
What I said and did, And how I thought and felt,
Some parts may turn out to be unfitting.
I can discard that which proved unfitting, and keep that which proved fitting,
And invent something new for that which I discarded

I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do.
I have tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive,
And to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me.

I own me,
And therefore,
I can engineer me.

I am me
and

I AM OKAY.

Just a Tuesday and lovin' it! (actually its Wednesday)

I hesitated blogging yesterday because I was waiting for some profound words to come to me. Well, here I am...on Wednesday cause nuttin profound has hit but I still wanted to blog anyway. I'm so glad I don't do that to myself as much anymore--the whole perfectionism/shut down stuff. Pointless, dumb, gobbledegook! Oh man I just love that word, don't you love that word "gobbledegook"? It was in my text reading this week, and the reading was for and about technical writing! I am going to be an excellent technical writer if I can use words like poppycock and hogwash and gobbledegook. Okay, so maybe, just maybe, the authors were saying *not* to use those things, and so maybe I won't be a technical writer.

Back to yesterday. Actually, lets go back to the weekend, shall we? Okay actually we'll have to go back to last Tuesday. Yes, actually. I actually like that word, actually, too. And I am actually hyper. Oh I do crack myself up!

I believe I will have to try and type later because I am just too funny for my more mature bladder to handle right now. And if I don't run to the potty right now, there will be a mess of gobbledegook all over the floor, actually. Happy thoughts for you to start your day!