Congratulations (Insert Your Name Here)

Sometimes you just have to pat your own self on the back.

I was driving to work this morning, trying to write down the lines of a poem as they were coming to me. (Sorry, but it’s true. I spent all day yesterday thinking about that woman I saw sleeping on the bench at the bus stop. I wanted to write a poem, but the words didn’t start to come to me until this morning when I was already running late for work!) Then, I looked up while sitting at a light and saw a sign that read, “Congratulations Amro Music.” Strange wording, I thought, since the sign was posted in front of Amro Music store. So, who was really congratulating the place? Who, indeed.

Why, they were congratulating themselves. I have no idea why. And, for purposes of this post, it doesn’t matter. Because this post today is just to tell you to congratulate yourself. Don’t wait on someone else to do it. Who, besides yourself, knows the little victories you experience throughout the day? So, pat your own self on the back. Seriously, just do it!

I’ll start it off. Congratulations, Rosalind. But why,  you might ask. Well, for starters, for finding a piece of paper to jot down the lines on as they came to me this morning. And, for the compliment you received this morning from the student you didn’t think you’d be able to reach. Ever. “Ms. Guy, I started reading your book last night and it’s the bomb!”

Yep. Congratulations, Rosalind.

Now, it’s your turn. So, go on and do it. Don’t put if off because, if you do, you might not ever get around to it. It’s such a novel idea, right? Congratulating your own self…Yep. You deserve it. I just know it.

Peace & Love,



About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link:
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