Be kind to yourself

I don’t know if I ever really liked myself.

If I did I don’t remember.

I’d tell myself I was stupid.  Ugly.  Bad.

You get the idea.

I’m not stupid.  There’s plenty of proof of that.

Beauty is subjective.  So is ugliness.  All of my significant others have told me I’m handsome.  So has my mom.  😉

We all do good things.  We all do bad things.  I’ve done plenty of bad things.  Some indefensible.  But I try to be a good man.  I think that counts for a lot.

We all have hard times.  They’re a part of life.

We all need help.  We need support.  From others, and from ourselves.

Life is tough.

Don’t make it tougher than it has to be.

I’m intelligent

I could count to 20 when I was two years old.

I could read at a fifth grade level when I was in kindergarten.  At least that’s what my mom says my kindergarten teacher told her.

My senior year in high school I took AP Physics.  We did an experiment on projectile motion.

The experiment used a spring-loaded cannon which would launch a metal ball.  We were supposed to launch it through some hoops.  We had to calculate the right heights for the hoops.

I did the math for our team.  We finished first, and we were the only group to get it right the first time.

I could think of other examples, but I think those are sufficient.