In
all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. There are persons who
some parts like me, but no one adds up exactly like me. Therefore,
everything that comes out of me is authentically mine because I alone can
choose it.
I own
everything abut me-my body, including everything it does; my mind,
including all its thoughts and ideas; my eyes, including the images of all
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
and soft; and all my actions, whether they be to others or to myself.
I own
my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears.
I own
all 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 friendly with me and all my parts. I can then
make it possible for all of me to work in my best interests
I
know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects I do
not know. But as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can
courageously and hopefully look for the solutions to the puzzles and for
the 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 me. That 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 is unfitting, and keep that which proved fitting, and invent
something new for that which I discarded.
I can
see, hear, and 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 am okay.