When you need to hear something, it’ll keep coming at you in different ways until you act on it.
For several months I’ve been inundated with the message “love yourself.” What does that even mean though? I started taking actual days off, sleeping, walking, singing, making time to slow down. That’s not enough though, that’s being nice to myself but it’s not love.
Today I was talking to someone amazing who reminded me that this little girl is still me.
She asked me how I would respond to this girl if she was tired and sick and exhausted? Would I make her feel guilty and force her to work until she was crying at her keyboard, or would I wrap her up in a blanket and put her to bed?
And even though I’ve been told that I need to love myself a thousand times and in many different ways, somehow when I heard it this way it made sense to me.
There is so much room for kindness, for compassion, for celebration rather than all the negative things. And in filling myself up with good things, there is only one way to go, up. ❤️