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Vows
Vows are often associated with marriage. But how often do we write vows to ourselves? Do it. Write yourself a vow as short or long as you'd like. This is your promise to yourself that you can someday renew if you'd like or reiterate to the end of time. What do you promise yourself? It's a democracy this time. Tag me if you want me to read/react. I've left a link to a sample in an entry to the challenge. Have fun :)

Me, Myself and I

I promise to love you, through thick and thin, and even that awkward above the hip tummy flab in-between.

I promise to accept your odd quirks. Even the one that makes you go stale as two day-old flat bread when confronted with small talk, and shrink to the dimensions of celophane when confronted by any authority figure. Even when you become overwhelmed by anxiety just as you prepare to walk out the door, causing you to dilly-dally randomly, causing you to be late by more than 15 minutes while your friends wonder what happened to you.

When you get overwhelmed and leave your body, I will reel you back in like a fish. I'll go running, even when you really, really dont want to. When you dissapear into yourself and won't return phone calls, I'll call you back from a hundred miles away. Hey, get back here. You're being an ass hole. I know your terrified. You think this will be the time. When all your friends finlly really realize you are a total lame-butt and ditch you for good. Let's give your friends some credit. Lord knows they've earned it.

I'll help you come up with better vocabulary than "Lame-Butt." I'll forgive you that none is forthcoming at the moment.

I'll forgive you for being terrified. For having no spine. For making lame attempts and then giving up on anything that you aren't instantly good at. For forsaking your writer self. For dabbling helplessly at everything. For letting the frightening mirage of failure leave you stranded in the desert while your creative thirst withers. For imagining all our ideas out to the end, and then visualizing them as lame, lame lame.

I will see you anyways. I will accept you, and your beauty. Yes, beauty. I will see the poet that lives in you. Hey in there. I will give you grace. I will wonder at your wonder. I will remain aware that you will never be younger than you are now, that we will look back and say "geez, what was I worying about? What wrinkles? You call that a fat roll? Get over yourself, you look great."

I will remenber that we need to play to survive. That to write is to be alive. That guilt will overtake you, but that it is only self loathing in sheep's clothing. That to connect with others, you have to connect with yourself. That to truly see others, you have to be willing to see yourself. That social anxiety does not define you. That Nihilism is a passing craze. That you will again regain access to the poignance of this moment.

I will love you, through these jeans, and back to those. I will love you even when you do nothing of substance for days.

I Love you. I LOVE you. You are one of a kind, Wierdo. I love you, awkward-moment-in-the-grocery-store-girl. I love you.

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