Friday, August 27, 2010
You know, ever since a turning point in my life at about 32 years old, I've pretty much loved my life. I've had ups and downs like everyone, but over all, I consider all of them part of a very blessed journey.
Reclaiming my health HAS put a little different twist on things, though - Now, I love my life, AND I love myself. I'm comfy in my own skin. I'm perfect, whole and complete as God made me to be. I'm not saying that from an egotistical stand point. I'm not saying all my actions and decisions would be accepted or condoned by the population of the world, I just have it that every decision, action, and inaction that comes from me is part of what I'm here on earth to experience, and it REALLY IS all good. When not so great things happen or my consequences slap me back in the face, it "is what it is" and all there is to do is to learn, embrace the experience (rather than resist or deny it), get in action to "accept responsibility and make it right" if that's possible, and move on.
So. That said, in the words of one of my favorite positive music artists "Cerise"...
"I woke up happy to be me".