Self Love

Well hello there.
I’ve had a difficult day. I wish I could say that all is well, but things are difficult. Life is complicated,  and it may feel like nothing we do is never “good enough”.


And yet I remind myself that we, ourselves, are no more the judge of ourselves than characters in a novel.

I do not know why I was created. I am only experiencing what I am exposed to. I do not know if there is some meter stick of life choices to which one may be held against in our final moments. Like a character in a novel, the thoughts and plans that weave our tales together are hidden from me and it sometimes feels Iike I’m floundering.


And yet, I return to the character metaphor. As authors and readers, we relish in flawed characters. Why would we expect different of the creative forces of this world and life?


If we are all characters in a grand story, we are loved for our flaws and our perfections both in kind. Our struggle is loved.

I find great comfort in this, and really hope that you reflect on it as well, and learn new ways to love oneself.

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