The old Poor me card.

I hate to play it.

I long to play it.

I am tired.

I am torn.

I am frayed.

But, I still have use. 

I can still win. 

This is the card image I want to recall:

Why?

It is the old YEAH me card...

Tiny cards played with tiny hands.

Winning against the odds.
With the loving support of someone who cared enough to show me the way.
No cheating.
Nothing personal.

I can work through this.

Though I am not the little girl I once was,

I may be able to come out on top of my own attitude.

No poor me card. 

Get it? 

Good.