I'm done

I’m done
ruminating on my failures,
rehashing my mistakes,
cowering in my shame,
beating myself up,
discounting my accomplishments,
feeling sorry for myself,
and making excuses.

I’m done
analyzing
my second-grade trauma,
my adolescent depression,
my college shame,
my business failures,
and my financial losses.

I’m eighty-one.
I’m physically fit.
I’m stubborn.
I have cancer.
I don’t give up.
I’m a survivor.