Not

Time to celebrate.  Definitely NOT because the Panthers’ lost, again.  Not because I’m sitting here eating a couple pieces of fabulous chocolate.  Not because I’m happy to be feeling better.  Not because I get to go see my son swing a stick and whack a puck tomorrow.  Not because I have awesome friends who I am incredibly grateful for.  Not because most of the Christmas dust is packed and put away.  Not because my nephew scored three goals in his soccer game today.  Not even because I have the most amazing family in the galaxy.  This time, it’s about me (not because I’m NOT grateful for all of the above [except for the Cats losing] because I am). I hesitate to say this because I have a long standing tradition of not taking credit when credit is due.  I get shy when compliments are given.  If sitting, I slump as far down as possible.  My darker, Mediterranean descent skin turns reddish when accolades are directed my way.  But, for once, I’m going to give myself a compliment and mean it (I’m learning). Way to go!  You worked you’re a$$ off and accomplished a lot in a short amount of time! Of course, there’s more ahead to conquer, but, you will!  There.  An affirmation for myself.  I think it’s about time we, as humans, start to build ourselves up instead of tear ourselves down.  I’m not talking narcissism or arrogance.  Just showing ourselves a little love (and cutting ourselves some slack when necessary). So, hey, here’s an affirmation for YOU!  YOU’VE done a great job (insert specifics)!   YOU should celebrate!   Pat YOURself on the back!  Here’s to YOU! Cheers!

Butterweed

she stood a child amidst
waving grasses a cupped
butterweed flower in her
hands slowly she closed
her eyes letting the
azure mist of the skies
drench her soul gently
she began to pluck each
petal a flaxen butterfly
fluttering to the ground
descending in a graceful
dance he loves me he
loves me not he loves
me he loves me. . .
she paused eyes
closed

Pamela A. Rossow