Dear Self.

Dear Self,
Another morning, hazy and full of regrets. Regretting what you shoulda, coulda, woulda but didn't. So now now you relentlessly beat yourself without mercy for what you cannot change. So typical. Tired from imagining a redo that will never come, and planning for ways to forget that very fact; you trudge to a job. A J-O-B and nothing more, but so much less. 1:00pm; a few smart comments exchanged between you and the manager, maybe some tasks completed IF you can get over how heavy this burden of misery is; 50% of the day is over. A nap, some food, and 3hrs later you drive home carrying a few extra gray hairs.
Self, I don't know about you but I'm sure tired of this routine. For what it is worth you aren't as hapless nor hopeless as you perceive. People of all ages die everyday and yet here you are available to muck up another opportunity to live. Self be forgiving, be patient, be brave, and be deserving. To yourself. To others. Many don't understand the steps you take to be who you are, nor the stumbles encountered that lead to incredible victories that no one knows about. So humble Self, or is that shame that blinds and muffles you?

Self, you're so beautiful. You hear it all day long. Why don't you believe it? Why do you get into your own way and sink into the bs of negativity? Stop denying yourself the happiness waiting for you just beyond your silly self loathing. Yea Self, its silly. Silly to slap yourself for what's not important while laying low to greatness. Enough! Open your eyes Self: Life has just begun. Love you.

Namaste