The other day, I was scrolling through Instagram, and saw a post that asked, “Who do you love?” I can’t remember a single thing about that post except my automatic answer. It wasn’t my husband, my sons, my parents, my brother, or my cats. The first person that came to mind was me.
This is revelatory. I am a woman. We are not supposed to love ourselves. We are supposed to pick ourselves apart. We are supposed to fixate on our flaws. We are supposed to always be striving to be perfect and always be falling short. But, for the first time in my life, I love myself — full stop. I feel such tenderness and care for the person that I am and that I’m becoming. I am trying so hard every day to live in accord with my values. I try, I assess, and I recalibrate, and I love this earnestness. I love me.
Hi Em,
I’m on board with your thoughts . . . . I’m in a place where most everything is pointing in the right direction. I feel I’m a very rich/wealthy person. And I say that on the premise which has nothing to do with how much you have in the bank, how big a domicile you reside in or how many toys you have. It’s the richness in your heart and the unsubstantiated love of self. (Idea for future blog?) Thanks Em!
MM
I love this! True wealth and abundance is a feeling that comes from what we have within ourselves, not what anyone can see from the outside. I’m so glad you’re feeling that way these days, Mark.