It seems as life passes, I find more and more that I really only need to be happy with myself. Mostly because at the moment I’m most of what I have. I’ve never seen the need for too much of anything, a few good friendships, a few things I’m proud of and that’s about it.
So as I wake up to another day alone, I sit drinking my coffee in realization that I better get happier with myself, even if it’s just a little at a time, because as it stands I’ll be waking up with only me to rely on more and more. I know that sounds depressing and scary upfront, but when you get down to thinking about it, if I get happier all the time just being alone the occasions will only get rarer that I’ll feel like I need someone other than myself to lean on. In turn that will make the people I lean on when I need someone, all the more important to me.
It starts with little things, being a little healthier maybe, enjoying more of the things I like, or discovering things I’ve always wanted to discover.
A lot to work on,
Much to improve.
Each day it starts at dawn,
I have something to prove.
It happens with every footfall,
I change just a little.
To the challenge I call,
My spirit you won’t whittle.
Slowly building to something great.
Sculpting my future with every day.
When life calls, I won’t be late.
Prepared I’ll be, in every way.
It takes work, but I do not flee.
Nothing is more important, than the maintenance of me.