Congratulations!!

 

I was working out at the gym today (that sounds so good I had to write) and I began feeling my usual yuck at seeing young, pretty, buff folks in their snazzy workout attire.

Frumpy is how I felt.
And old.

Then suddenly I MADE myself snap out it.

I purposely decided to not go there in my mind.

And I began telling myself "CONGRATULATIONS!!  YOU'RE ALIVE and YOU MADE IT TO 60!!.. (which is seeming younger and younger, by the way - when I visit Mother's retirement community... (where Mother seems to be the youngest there, by the way)

And I told myself: you're not in the grave, or in a wheelchair, or in a mental institution. 

You can feed yourself, and though you don't know how to work all the machines in the gym you DO know how to work a few and you do it!!! 
And you can drive yourself home.

I have so many blessings. So very many.

Still. My mind can take me to yuck so fast it's amazing. 

Fortunately I stopped that inner chatter that tells me I'm disgusting and don't know what I'm doing, and decided to congratulate myself.

   

You can stop the negative inner chatterbox, too, dear blog-reader.

And congratulate yourself. 

You have lots of reasons to.

For one, you got up this morning.

And if you're still in bed, congratulate yourself for having a bed to snuggle in. Mmm.

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I don't know.  I just wanted to tell you about my CONGRATULATIONS epiphany. 

I want you to have one, too.
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