
Feeling blue or insecure? Losing sight of what's important? Still searching for the real "you"? In this self-help age of soul-searching, daily affirmations have been known to do the trick. But you probably shouldn't try these ...
My intuition nearly makes up for my lack of good judgment.
I no longer need to punish, deceive or compromise myself. Unless, of course, I want to stay employed.

I am at one with my duality. Only a lack of imagination saves me from immobilizing myself with imaginary fears.

In some cultures what I do would be considered normal.
Having control over myself is nearly as good as having control over others. I can change any thought that hurts into a reality that hurts even more. I honor my personality flaws, for without them I would have no personality at all.
All of me is beautiful and valuable, even the ugly, stupid and disgusting parts. I honor and express all facets of my being, regardless of state and local laws.

When someone hurts me, forgiveness is cheaper than a lawsuit. But not nearly as gratifying. Today I will gladly share my experience and advice, for there are no sweeter words than "I told you so."

I have the power to channel my imagination into ever-soaring levels of suspicion and paranoia.

I assume full responsibility for my actions, except the ones that are someone else's fault.
I can change any thought that hurts into a reality that hurts even more.
Joan of Arc heard voices too.
I am grateful that I am not as judgmental as all those censorious, self-righteous people around me.
I need not suffer in silence while I can still moan, whimper and complain.
A good scapegoat is nearly as welcome as a solution to the problem.
I am learning that criticism is not nearly as effective as sabotage.
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