Remember when you were a kid in school and you were going play sports or do anything in teams, and how a couple of kids were picked out as “captains” who had to pick team members one by one, and how all the popular kids always got picked first, like you already knew the order before it all started, and there was always those kids that were picked last every damned time? Remember that? Remember how it made you feel? Like, I don’t know if you were one of those who got picked first or, god forbid, last or if you lived in the obscure gray area of middle mediocracy……but I bet you found it at least a little bit uncomfortable, like the experience stayed with you and you never, ever wanted to be picked last ever or ever again!
Well, I remember and I’m going to tell you this:
I pick me.
I pick me first and I’m going to pick me first every time from now this point on.
I pick me to be happy now.
I pick me to love now.
I pick me to feel compassion for me now.
I pick me to forgive now.
I pick me to be kind to now.
I pick me.
I’m not going to wait for life or anyone to pick me; I’m just going to go ahead and pick myself.
I’m just saying.
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