Becoming

procrastination wanted to be my name. my esteem threatened to be as wee as an elf. trying to better myself was the game. i tried shadowboxing with myself. hey, i started to be on time one day. i patted myself on the back. i got a make over, by the way, and cut myself some slack. random acts of kindness took work, but i found i was glad to do it. complaining less nearly drove me berserk, but it did help to increase my wit. being human still makes me meek and fallible. i just try to make amends and smile. my esteem is now eye-height and tangible. saying sage quotes as a winner is my style.