The King of Myself

 The King of Myself

     I am, indeed, a king because I know how to rule myself.

                            

                                                          Pietro Aretino

                                                          Dramatist and satirist

                                                          1492 - 1556

The King holds court over all his many, little selves…

Couch Potato questions, “Get up this morning? Why? It’s not lunchtime yet.”

Over-Achieving Eater partners closely with Ever-Expanding-Elastic-Waistband-Pants Buyer.

Perfectionist, a real pain-in-the-butt, looks down on all from his delusional peak.

Space Man has his head in the clouds, or rather clouds in his head. 

Finger Pointer bellows and blames, “It’s all your fault!”

People Pleaser, a timid sort, believes it’s easier to please than to stand up for himself.

Procrastinator knows how to make lists, many lists, but doesn’t get around to doing them.

Fear Monger screams, “Better hole-up. It’s scary out there!” 

Chairman of the Bored rose through the ranks of Couch Potatoes, stuck in apathy.

Strong Silent One is that way outside, but restrained, an emotional iceberg, inside.

Scoundrels, wretches, good-for-nothings all. 

Though outnumbered, the King’s work is to bring truth and resolute action to life, despite the cloy and clamor of the above. To marshall this sorry gang to do something, not to mention, the right thing. 

First step, realization of what binds.  Second step, letting-go. Third step, forgiveness. One step at a time, doing life differently.