Loving yourself

How I love myself

Writing feels like a sweet surrender. I feel like freeing the knots in my brain. Writing is bravery because I'm exposing the flaws I have in my writing style. I am writing with courage and just choosing to go with my flow. I feel vulnerable when I write and I've decided that vulnerbility is wonderful. I connect with the sacred part of myself when I touch the fragile part of my spirit.

I have a space that I call my own in my apartment. I surround my space with objects that remind me of who I am. I have a collection of quotes and positive affirmations on a board above my desk. I have seashells that give me comfort because I love the ocean and all the gifts that it offers. I have an array of smooth stones. I hold the cool, smooth stones in my hands and be still. I always have candles burning. I am captivated by the flame. I am so mesmerized by the dancing flame. I have a long simple gold cross hanging in my space that was given to me from my mom. It is special to me because it is from my beautiful mom and because of it's simplistic gorgeousness. I have pictures of my loved ones above my desk. It gives me joy to see their faces. Sweet memories are all around me. I believe in filling my space with objects that fill me with joy, sweet surrender memories that fill me with love. I count my blessings in my sacred space that I made for myself.

My online passwords have special meaning to me and trigger a positive response within me. When I log in, I feel just a little bit better. Just a little thing that makes me feel connected to goodness and joy. When I'm online, I have fun, lighthearted, positive posts on social media. I feel that negativeness is contagious and I do my part to only spread positiveness and not bluesy-ness.

I refrain my thinking, I turn my thoughts right side up. I don't think, "I'm bored", I tell myself that I need more creativity in my days. I focus on my bravery rather than my fears. I'm examining my feelings of shame when it arises, I ask myself why? Why do I feel shame? I am doing the best that I can, I'm not giving up, I'm a survivor.

I love myself because, loving myself gives me fierceness, it doesn't make me vain or selfish. I'm fierce.