In all the world there is no one else exactly like me
There are persons who have some parts like me yet no one adds up exactly as I do
Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine
I can see hear feel think say and do
I have the tools to survive and to be close to others
If later some parts of what I felt turn out to be unfitting
I can discard that which is unfitting keep the rest and invent something new
I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me
Some parts of others may resemble pieces inside of me
I may find new understanding through every different encounter
I may learn deeper truths from every separate human being
I own all my triumphs and successes all my failures and mistakes
I own my body including everything it does
I own my feelings whatever they may be anger joy frustration love
I own everything about me
I hold space for every experience which crosses along my pathway
However I look and sound whatever I say and do at a given moment in time
I do not demand all pieces of myself to fit some perfect measure
I give allowance for all my shifting feelings within my inner being
I respect every rhythm that lives within each separate human soul
I own my fantasies my dreams my hopes my fears
I can become intimately acquainted with every fragment of my being
I have the tools to make sense and order out of the world outside of me
I can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts
I own me and therefore I can engineer me
