Or perhaps exuberant flamboyance? Either way, these poppies and foxgloves are amazing. And the hundreds of Shasta daisies with some California poppies spouting through. People walking by my house stop to look, point, and some take pictures.
Amazing.
I am amazing.
I am incredible.
I am remarkable.
And some days, I am exuberant.
Say it with me now: I am amazing. I am incredible. I am remarkable.
The stories we tell ourselves, often created and told to us by others. The self-reports we make to ourselves.
Maybe you were taught as a kiddo that you needed to be modest and not say how great you were.
If someone praised your behavior or an attribute of yours, you were not supposed to say, “Yeah! You’re right!”
You are great. You have done wondrous and amazing things.
I get the conceited part. We all know folks who are a bit full of themselves.
Ah, the balance.
Flamboyance can be a wondrous element. Being buoyant is a good thing. Right? Exuberance is joyful and alive. Woo-hoo!
Say it with me now: I am incredible. I am amazing. I have done great things.
I am exuberantly, flamboyantly alive and blooming!
Yes, the querying of literary agents continues. Is all good.
Thank you for reading!