Here’s my daily routine: Slithering out of bed and from underneath the soft blanket and comforter I fall down on my knees and pray, “Thank you God for giving me another day. Thank you indeed – I slept well thru the night.”
Scooting to the mirror I greet myself, “I like myself. I like myself.” This is my simple confidence-building formula. I figure that if I like myself there is hardly any reason for me to want to be somebody else.
I feel great even after that wretched burrito dinner with pulled pork con frijoles negros. Oy vey. Guacamole with a dollop of sour cream, salsa caliente and pulpo ceviche, Serrano peppers up the kazoo – all packed on scoop-shaped corn chips. Did I have tequila with lime slices? Can’t remember.
Confidently I go ahead with the 3-S essentials, slap my face with a squirt of Old Spice, stretch both arms high up and toward the ceiling while standing on my toes. Exercises over.
Today I will do something good for somebody. I am ready. Care to join me?