To keep up my spirits, each day I look in the mirror and say . . .
I assume full responsibility for my actions, except the ones that are
someone else’s fault.
Today I have the power to channel my imagination into ever-soaring levels of
suspicion and paranoia.
I no longer need to punish, deceive or compromise myself. Unless, of course,
I want to stay employed.
In some cultures what I do would be considered normal.
Having control over myself is nearly as good as having control over others.
I can change any thought that hurts into a reality that hurts even more.
I am grateful that I am not as judgmental as all those censorious,
self-righteous people around me.
I need not suffer in silence while I can still moan, whimper and complain.
As I learn the innermost secrets of the people around me, they reward me in
many ways to keep me quiet.
When someone hurts me, forgiveness is cheaper than a lawsuit. But not nearly
As I learn to trust the universe, I no longer need to carry a gun.
All of me is beautiful and valuable, even the ugly, stupid, and disgusting
Joan of Arc heard voices, too.
Dr Bob Griffin, www.grif.net
“Jesus knows me, this I love”