In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me.
Everything that comes from me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself.
I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears.
I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.
Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me.
By so doing, I can love me and be acquainted with all things being me.
I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and 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 moment in time is authentically me.
If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded.
I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do.
I have the 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 will be Okay.
~Virginia Satir
I am ME. But this world is heavy. I am also my mom, my dad, family, friend, co-worker, teacher, caretaker, and a hero.
I grieve, I weep, I pray.
For me, for them, for all.
Hope is not in my possession at this time.
Maybe, just maybe, soon we'll chat over a tall glass of wine.
I look in the mirror and who do I see?
Maybe. Just Maybe. Today. Just Me...
