In my Ideal Life

In my ideal life, I make my bed and take a morning run.
In my ideal life, I am organized.
I am flexible.
Self reliant.
I am running on full.
I regenerate if I am running on empty.
I am self aware.
I continue to learn about myself.
I recall my knowledge and use it to my advantage.
I accept and better my weaknesses.
In my ideal life, I can speak fluently.
In a conversation, a poem, instructions.
I can process what I am saying.
In my ideal life, I have enough of an attention span to read what is in front of me.
And take in what is around me.
In my ideal life, I do not need to be an “ideal” woman with “ideal” intelligence and “ideal” beauty.
In my ideal life, I embrace my own sense of ideal.
I am who I want to be because I know who I want to be.
In my ideal life, I wake up every day feeling blessed for the things taken for granted.
The ability to walk, speak, eat, breath, laugh, cry, feel.
In my ideal life, I can see the beauty in everything and everyone.
In my ideal life, little things paint a genuine, uplifting picture.
I see pain as a source for inspiration.