For years, I longed to answer the fundamental question Who am I? with a variation of I am my own best friend. For many years, I couldn’t give that answer. Although I became less and less my own worst enemy over the years, it wasn’t until I began to embody the attitudes and actions noted in the poster below that I could genuinely claim to be a supportive and caring friend to myself.
Aging helps!!!
My 83rd birthday is this month, and I am overwhelmingly grateful for the privilege of being able to “ripen” long enough to become my own BFF. As a token of my gratitude and joie de vivre, below is a copy of the poster that continuously helps me befriend the beautifully imperfect being I am. We all are…
