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I love myself when I feel energized with a vibrant and unobtrusive flow of ideas. If ideas were currency, I would be a Kajillionaire, which looks like a creepy movie, but IDK also interesting. I’m an ideas kind of a person, so I suppose you could say that I love my self a lot. A lot a lot. And, I love myself after oversharing, mindless eating, and after under-performing…times I feel most afraid and least worthy/lovable. For I am not my attempts to connect and learn; but the one bravely practicing at life. Inherently lovable, “made from love.”

I love myself in a space with ambient sounds and plenty of natural light bouncing around. I begin to breathe deeper and more fully, and move my body into positions that feel good. “In nature,” so to speak, but also in a coffee shop or my living room! I love myself in nature – anywhere near running waters or in woods deep enough to get lost. I love myself on the beach, with feet sinking into the wet surf, sunkissed and sandy. I love myself up high in a tree and reclined on a blanket at the park. I love myself traveling somewhere new – I feel free and life feels full of every opportunity. In a dark place, I love myself. I witness my senses adjusting to guide me.

I love myself because I’m the one who can love me best, here in the 3D. I’m the only one who knows all the ins and outs, and the only one who has a vested interest. Even with all the rhetoric out about self-love and self-care, for the longest time I wasn’t sure I “deserved” the things I wanted and needed. I wasn’t sure where to draw the line between taking loving care and care-taking, but I’m certain I’ve done a lot of both – with my partner, my kids, and anyone else cool I can get my hands on! My strategy for ensuring the care and attention from my loved ones has always been a priority by going along and curbing my own expression, again – preventative measures of my own design. My sovereign Will, that precious creative force and mine, as a gift of humanity, had largely been put away until recently. I am now relearning how to speak for myself – like identity PT. This concept is brought to us in part by that song Grow by Willow Smith, featuring Avril Lavigne. Becoming my own loving parent, bestie, and lover has been restorative AF.

I love myself by gentle words in my head and listening to my body’s wisdom for fulfilling my needs. It’s the little things, like stopping to write out answers to deep questions about myself and then reading the answers out loud (to myself). It’s moving at my own cadence, one that may be quicker, slower, or less consistent than another’s, and prioritizing the savoring of the beauty and complexity around me. It’s filling my own cup so I have plenty to drink.

I love myself by curating my environment to inspire relaxation, presence, productivity. I love how I can regulate my own emotions and nervous system with my simple breath – returning to the present moment.

Others’ feelings, thoughts, and opinions on what I’m doing (and not doing) and how I’m doing (or not doing) it are no longer critical or instructive for me. I love myself by choosing, moment by moment, my own feedback as answer enough to my questioning.

I love myself as a knowing friend, as a guide and witness to this life experience. It’s gorgeous and fascinating. And so am I.