| Another year has passed and again it is time to | | | | guilty about indulgences like desserts. I didn't weigh any |
| celebrate my birthday. As I think back on the life I have | | | | more the next day, yet I let that moment of joy and |
| lived and the things I have learned I know that I can | | | | pleasure get away because I was a slave to the |
| look forward to the future with joy and expectation | | | | scale. No more, from now on, if I indulge, I will enjoy! I |
| and I look back with no regrets. | | | | will not deny myself any of life's pleasures for absurd |
| As I look at my reflection in the mirror, I see a few | | | | reasons, and trying to please an inanimate object such |
| more laugh lines, but I have decided that the only lines | | | | as a scale is absurd! |
| on my face that count as wrinkles are the lines | | | | From now on I will do my part to bring out the best in |
| caused by frowning. A line on my face that is caused | | | | others. I want to be one of those people that make |
| from smiling and laughing will just add character and | | | | other people feel good about themselves. I will look for |
| beauty. I will rejoice in those lines. They are the marks | | | | and see the best in them and in turn they will see it |
| of a life well lived. | | | | within themselves. I will see beauty and the best of |
| I have learned to let go of the things I cannot control. I | | | | everyone and everything. |
| cannot control others opinion of me yet I can control | | | | Today and everyday I will laugh and dance and sing. I |
| what is really important. I can control what I think of | | | | will create Joy in my life. I will enjoy the times of my life |
| myself. When I treat myself with dignity, love and | | | | whatever it brings. |
| respect, my life works. I can do anything when I feel | | | | And as I age and on my next birthday, I will remember |
| good about myself. | | | | that I measure my life in moments of Joy rather than |
| From now on I will indulge in life's pleasures with joy | | | | the passing of years. |
| and abandon. For too long, and too many times, I felt | | | | |