Day 02 — Something you love about yourself

Picture Eleanor Roosevelt 1898

This is an easy one for me first let me tell you a thing or two about online Social networks. Back in the late 90s I started visiting Social networks. I started blogging (for me) shortly there after. I love poems and this one was written about me in 1885 perhaps in my previous life since I wasn't born this time until 1945. But the entire poems speaks to what I love about ME. I often say I have an opinion about everything, even things I don't know a thing about. I can stand alone in something I feel is truth even if I am the only one on this side of the fence. I see bandwagon jumpers (People who never have an opinion of their own). I have read works by wise people, Primo and Rippa come to mind, did I agree with everything they wrote, Nope because I have my own opinion. However over the many years of reading them their have been folks that no matter what they wrote they jumped on their bandwagon. My indian name Is Ohoyo it means a wise woman in the Choctaw language. My given name is Eleanor named for a very wise woman Anna Eleanor Roosevelt. I Quote her often and try to live up to the name my father gave me. So what I love about me is THAT I HAVE AN OPINION about every thing and have no fear of expressing it for a band wagon jumper I am not. Feel free to read the poem by British Nobel laureate Rudyard Kipling written just for me.

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!