I just love it when I can count on someone to have my back. I just hate when I can’t. I just love my friends who really care what happens to me and I care what happens to them. I want what is best for them and they for me.I can count those friends on less than my one hand. I really hate when I forget that. When I forget that not everyone loves me, not everyone is worthy of my trust, I get hurt. I know I should not care if someone, looking out for themselves, does something to hurt me. It may have not been that they were out to hurt me, but my feelings were a causality of their gain. I hope the loss of my trust was worth it. I am over it, I will let it go but I will not forget. Not ever.
I joined The Book of the Month Club. BOTM for short. I ordered six books for twenty bucks plus shipping. I just could not help myself. I can hear the books on my shelf shouting. “Hey you still haven’t read me yet! Why are you ordering more and just where are you going to put them?” Jealousy that’s all. What is wrong with justa few more books? Now now my loveys, I can read you all. I have a lifetime still ahead of me with plenty of time to read. All I have to do is order three more books in the next, I don’t remember, two years or so. I am a book addict, ok there I said it. I admit I have a problem. Isn’t that the first step of the program…admit you have a problem. Where are my keys ? I am going to BN for a Caramel Macchiato and novel.
Written By Virginia Satir
I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of 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 friendly with all my parts. 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 am okay.
All my books are on Librarything.com. I have 619 books, 17 journals (some blank some have great thoughts written in them some not so much ), 95 Children’s books and 12 Bibles. For a total book count of 743.
Wow, can you say Small Book Store???? Yes, I knew you could.