A message that is showing up with friends, Insta-poets, and full moon reports (all of which I consider to be highly respectable and valuable sources).
We hear this often if you surround yourself with the right people, and the right social media, but for me it didn't really click until this week. I didn't really understand it or really understand the depth it has. Or the potential.
Someone really inspiring and special has come forward with some pretty amazing feels for me.
And surprise (not really, eye-roll), it has triggered so much shit for me!
I don't think any one has ever been in love with me.
I don't think anyone has ever seen me, and loved me.
And if so they definitely have never shown me or told me in such a forward, honest, and vulnerable way.
Its fucking beautiful.
And super scary and foreign.
All I want to do is dismiss it. And call it a million other things.
And then one of my favorite people and bestest friends said something so simple:
"...maybe just love yourself as much as ___ loves you."
WHAT?! Epic mic drop.
I plan on getting more into this over on my other site, so stay tuned.
But the point is, we have a choice, always.
And I am learning that we need to choose ourselves, and choose love every single damn time. And if we can do that through honesty and integrity, then I trust everything will be ok. Maybe even fine, or good or great.
It takes a lot of courage.
And if nothing else, I am learning and have learned that what can come (or go) when we aren't brave and honest is far worse, and hurts much deeper.
So here's to getting brave once again, to learning how to be our own partner first, and to staying open, no matter what has happened once (or twice, or three times before).
Today we get to start fresh. We get to act different. We get to create a new story.