I have reached a place of own.
I own my joy. The world didn't give it to me and the world can't take it way; and with joy, comes peace. I own my peace.
I own my happiness - I am very thankful for all that I have. No matter how meager, I am content, therefore, I do not covet or envy what someone else has.
I own my space and my right to (be) where ever I find myself. I own a part of this world- as I sojourn through, occupying until I am retrieved.
I own my uniqueness- my funky decor style and taste in furnishings that don't match, but are esthetically soothing and comfortable. I own my taste and style of clothing that is mostly classic, out dated or trendless, but, nevertheless, attractive and purpose serving.
I own my personality type and right to be who I am - loving the skin I'm in and knowing that someone having a problem with me is not my problem, but, theirs.
I own my goals, hopes, dreams, and accomplishments, but, realize that without God, I can do nothing.
I own my creations from my imaginations, my infactuations, and anticipations of situations that prompt conversations that lead to speculation and hopefully appreciation of ...to be continued.
Painting: Outside The Box (available on my site under abstracts)
