I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it — I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know — but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.
I want a Sunday kind of love A love to last past Saturday night And I’d like to know It’s more than love at first sight And I want a Sunday kind of love Oh yeah, yeah
I want a, a love that’s on the square Can’t seem to find somebody Someone to care And I’m on a lonely road That leads to nowhere I need a Sunday kind of love
I do my Sunday dreaming, oh yeah And all my Sunday scheming Every minute, every hour, every day Oh, I’m hoping to discover A certain kind of lover Who will show me the way
And my arms need someone Someone to enfold To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold Love for all my life to have and to hold Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday Or Thursday, Friday or Saturday Oh nothing but Sunday, oh yeah I want a Sunday Sunday I want a Sunday kind of love, oh yeah Sunday, Sunday, Sunday kind of love
Just perfect!
Currently listening…
to the Essential Etta James Collection. RIP Etta James