Apparently, when groups of children are asked to respond to this, very few put their hand up.
Put your hand up if you like yourself.
What a shame.
And I’d bet if groups of adults were asked the same question, there’d be a similar response. Maybe a few more people would put their hands up. But certainly not everyone.
I wonder why?
For me, it could be guilt.
Not walking the dogs enough.
Or being with Lisa enough.
Or being with Izobel enough.
Or doing enough for good causes.
Or working hard enough so I become better.
Or being good enough so I don’t have to work so hard.
Or something else I can just pluck from thin air at a moment’s notice.
Or if not guilt, then comparing.
I am not rich enough.
Or successful enough.
Or fit enough.
Or tall enough.
Or good looking enough.
Or a good enough partner.
Or a good enough dad.
Or trendy enough.
Or consistent enough.
Or reliable enough.
Or adventurous enough.
I wouldn’t put my hand up if asked to think about this.
I think it’s because I am aware, more than anyone, of my shortcomings.
And, for some reason, I’d think about them first if asked to consider this.
So I suppose to fix this situation, and put my hand up, all I have to do is to celebrate the good things about me.
I’d have to not worry about what people thought of me too. Because admitting you like yourself is weird isn’t it?
I don’t know. It’s confusing. It feels weird. Even though I know it shouldn’t.
What Would You Do?
There must be something about timing built into this. Because if today was my dying day, I’d put my hand up.
I’m OK, actually. I do like me.
I’d stocktake ‘me’ differently if I was about to pop my clogs.
Maybe, as I hope I am going to be alive for at least a bit longer, I worry that I am not doing enough?
I’ll work on that…
What would you do?
Would you put your hand up?
Do you like yourself?