From Thirty Days of Truth
No chance that I am going to write a 'letter'. That's an entry level psychotherapy exercise, and Baby I am WAY beyond entry level.
What I thought about doing was just making a bulleted list. I think that will work just fine.
- I LOVE that I'm a woman. Even through the feminist movement of the 60's and 70's and the fight for equality and dealing with the sexist assholes who treated women like we were less than cattle (isn't that where that old saying came from? Why buy the whole cow when you can get the milk for free - completely demeaning), I was always glad I was a woman and not a man. Sorry, Sigmund dear, no penis envy here.
- I love that, in spite of my cruel and oppressive upbringing, I still believe in deep, genuine and authentic love.
- I love that I am a loving and committed wife, mom and grandma. My husband, my sons, my daughters-in-law and my grandkids mean the world to me and my life wouldn't be the same without each and every one of them.
- I love that I am intelligent and use that ability wisely (most of the time). I read a ton of newspapers online - big, small, local, national, international, liberal, conservative - because I think it's important to consider everyone's perspective before I form an opinion.
- I love that I am perceptive and intuitive. It allows me to see and hear beyond the spoken word even if I don't particularly like what I see.
- I love that I'm emotionally strong and resilient because it empowers me to get up and move forward no matter what life presents.
- I love that I have a sense of humor that enables me to laugh, even if it's at my expense. I love being caught off guard with something so funny that I laugh until I almost cry.
- I love that I still feel like I can change and grow; that I never feel (at least for very long) that I am a hopeless cause, even if it takes me 5 years to accomplish the simple task of making exercise a part of my daily routine. It doesn't make me hopeless. I just makes me a slow learner.
- I love that I have the ability and courage to tell the truth.
Now if you will excuse me, I will get out of my pajamas, put on some sweats and hit the treadmill.

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