In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me.
There are persons who have some parts like me, but no one adds up
exactly like me.
Therefore, everything that comes out of me id authentically mine,
because I alone chose it.
I own everything about me, my body, including everything it does;
my mind, including all its thoughts and ideas; my feelings,
whatever they may be - anger, joy, frustrations, love,
disappointment, excitement; my mouth, and all the words that
come out of it - polite, sweet, or rough, correct or
incorrect; my voice - loud or 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 interest.
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 the solutions to the
puzzle and for ways to find out more about me.
However I look and sound, whatever i say or do, and whatever I
think and feel at a given moment and time is me.
This is authentic and represents where i am at that moment in time.
When I review late 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 which is unfitting and keep which proved
fitting, and invent something new for that which I
discarded.
I can see, hear, feel, thing, 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 work of
people and things outside of me.
I own me, and therefore i can engineer me.
I am me and I am okay.
There are persons who have some parts like me, but no one adds up
exactly like me.
Therefore, everything that comes out of me id authentically mine,
because I alone chose it.
I own everything about me, my body, including everything it does;
my mind, including all its thoughts and ideas; my feelings,
whatever they may be - anger, joy, frustrations, love,
disappointment, excitement; my mouth, and all the words that
come out of it - polite, sweet, or rough, correct or
incorrect; my voice - loud or 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 interest.
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 the solutions to the
puzzle and for ways to find out more about me.
However I look and sound, whatever i say or do, and whatever I
think and feel at a given moment and time is me.
This is authentic and represents where i am at that moment in time.
When I review late 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 which is unfitting and keep which proved
fitting, and invent something new for that which I
discarded.
I can see, hear, feel, thing, 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 work of
people and things outside of me.
I own me, and therefore i can engineer me.
I am me and I am okay.
- Virginia Satir
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