What I Like about Me

My sponsor suggested that I make a list of the things I liked about myself. It was awkward and embarrassing and my list was very short, but it was a start. ~ Courage to Change, page 130

Well, okay, I said I would
and I've established the title,
let it lie fallow a few minutes
for a quick computer game
to give the ideas a while to grow.
But I've done those things
and inspiration hides in shadows,
ducks under the procrastination hedge,
ignores me. Avoids me. Evades me.
I could change the title, start over.
But it serves a purpose. There me to love.
But how? I'm glad I do these poems,
that three years later I haven't quit,
and some of them are inspired, actually good.
I like my books, feel like they're done well...
"seremity" excluded. Sigh. I don't like calling
the wrong name when I introduced the speaker
but I did well in getting her, in bring her to speak.
I like the state of equilibrium I feel, same-old,
same-old, and being at the meeting Wednesday
to hear that called serenity. I like that I do service,
that others like my service, feel it worthy.
I like that I can cross my legs, knee over knee,
even though Chris says it's bad for circulation.
I like fitting the clothes I wear, having them wear out,
not feeling like they've shrunk. I like the way I take time,
talk to folks, listen. I like that I'm not overly cocky
about all the things to like about me.
I like that I really know it's an abbreviated list,
that I could go on for a good long while,
and I like the way I've gotten to know me
so I can know what I like about this woman.