I didn’t wake up with some
darting through my head
hoping to reach my lips
before it was forgotten.
I didn’t wake up
feeling particularly sad
wondering if I “really look my age,” or if I could get away with that big 3-0 I dreaded not that long ago.
I didn’t wake up wishing for
or even a million Facebook notifications (I know. I’m just as surprised as you are).
I just woke up thinking:
“This is the year I am kinder and gentler to myself. This is the year I afford myself the same patience, love, and forgiveness I so willingly give to others. This is the year I stop dwelling on missed opportunities, quit punishing myself for my imperfect past, and start giving myself some credit. This is the year I go to bat for myself.”
My first order of business?
To finish my first book.
It took me 36 years to realize that nothing sounds more authentic than:
Jo Ashline, wife, mother, New York Times Bestselling Author.
A big part of loving myself means believing that I can do it.
And I do; I believe I can do it.
I believe in ME.
Which, in the 36 years since I’ve been around, is the nicest thing I’ve ever said to myself.
It was totally worth the wait.