I am mine. Before I am anyone else's.

To Myself

I am mine. Before I am anyone else's.

 

 

To love another, you have to first love yourself, right?

Why is that so hard?

My thirties have all been about 'hard truths' it seems. And upon my 33rd rotation of the earth, I think I finally just gave in. Stopped fighting for a dreamworld I created. I let the past break me. For the first time in my life, I had no PLANS. 

I can't see what a week ahead looks like, let alone where I will be a month from now, and that can't comforting to children that look to me for guidance, love and support. 

At the core of everything, I knew self-love was the root of all my evils.

I am tirelessly critical of everything, but mostly myself. And that's so lame.

I had the idea for 'Love Letters' come to me a couple weeks ago, but couldn't dedicate enough time to even thinking about the concept, let alone execute it.

Then this morning, waking up on a new month - the clarity of what this is to become overcame me.

Love letters, daily thanks for the people, places and things in my life that bring me joy. It sounds so simple and obvious, why shaping the idea didn't spring to mind when I was toying with the idea of a daily blog ritual is beyond me.

Some posts I know will be very simple, and thats due to where I'm at. right now. today.

Today, I'm thankful I understand I have to take care of me, before taking on the rest of my world. I absolutely can not generate for others, consistently, both at home and work all the time without taking care of me.

So today, I read. I write. I create with my piano and I cook with love for my boys. And that is all.