My lake friend and I were doing one of our most favorite things– perusing Marshall’s for some “I see it. I want it. I’m gettin’ it.” stuff. Tucked behind the wall decorations was a little sign that just showed “…mplete me.” Thinking it said, “You complete me,” we both were about to say how annoying that sentence was, when I pulled it out of the stack.
Whoa. Now there was a philosophy I could live with! I have a wall of words in my bedroom. I have several hand-stitched samplers, an affirming framed card from my Arizona BFF, an alphabet of encouragements, and a big message that got me through my darkest days about good things falling apart so better things can come together. This little deal would fit right on that wall.
I didn’t buy it, though. I didn’t “gotta have it.” I took a picture instead, and remembered that I am living in gratitude. I complete me. Not anyone else. God has given me this gift, this confidence, and this life. I complete me. My new philosophy.