I am AWESOME.
I saw that tweet pop up last night from my good friend Jessica. She followed it up with “I’m embracing my awesome this week, and making a habit of it.”
Claim Your Awesome. It’s a movement that’s catching on. And why wouldn’t it? Who doesn’t love being awesome? I certainly love it.
But a movement like this is also meeting resistance. People think claiming your awesome is conceited. At first glance, I thought that was downright ridiculous. And then I started to think about my own awesome. And the more I thought, the more I felt like I was being too boastful with my I’m-Awesome thoughts.
I flat-out admit in my About section that I’m a self-deprecator. In my loony little brain, it makes perfect sense to hit myself in the gut before anyone else can hit me because, then, I win. I beat them to it, and I win.
What do I win?
::cue the crickets::
Andbutso I read Jessica’s tweets, then Karen’s LiveJournal entries, and I’ve been thinking about all since then. I should claim my awesome.
But what awesome should I claim? I can claim __________ but that’s nothing special. I can claim ________ but I hate that I’m doing that.
And this, folks, is what the movement is trying to defeat within ourselves. Even after reading, after feeling the movement, I still sit here knocking myself down.
This. Should. Not. Be. Difficult.
I read a friend’s blog today about how much life sucks, but her daughter makes all the suck go away. I nodded along with the feeling of the suck, but then I kicked my injured self by thinking I don’t have children to make the suck go away.
I have myself. I have Rob. I have my friends. I have my family. I have my pets. I have my books.
No “but I don’t have __________.”
There is enough suck in this world – my little world and the big, giant one I only hear/read about – without me adding to it.
I am AWESOME.
I am fiercely loyal.
I am hysterical.
I am smart.
I am good at telling stories.
I am good at writing stories.
I have never broken a bone.
I am using my Infertility Suck to help others feel less alone and to educate people who just don’t know.
I am honest.
I am confident.
I am making a difference in people’s lives.
I encourage people to read.
I deserve compliments.
I deserve smiles.
I deserve hugs.
I deserve respect.
I deserve to respect myself.
How are you awesome? Spread the movement. Leave a comment and tell me about it. Write about it on your own blogs. Tweet about it. You are awesome. I am awesome. We? Are. Awesome.
Full disclosure: The self-deprecator in me tried to argue with each point I wrote, but I knocked that bitch down on her ass.