I’m tired of not loving myself!
I just reached a point where I can’t stand any longer the way I deny myself love. Routinely. Constantly.
Everything seems to hinge on whether I love myself or not. My self-esteem. My confidence. My motivation.
If I’m not behind me, how can anyone else get behind me? I don’t recognize it when they do. I pooh-pooh it.
I know what love is.
I know where it lies.
I know how to love.
Given that, I now request of myself that I spend an inordinate amount of time, an outrageous amount of time, in the next short while, putting my knowledge and skills into action.
I request that I spend the time loving myself. Don’t answer the phone. Don’t answer email. Don’t even go online.
Now that I’ve made my resolve, the scales fall from my eyes, so to speak. Is this Heaven and Earth moving? I now see that there’s nothing more important than me loving myself.
I come equipped with this body. If I don’t love it, cherish it, take care of it, it’ll shrivel up from a lack of fuel.
And as for my mental and emotional sides, same thing: who will care for them if I don’t?
There’s no barrier presented to loving myself (except the ego). Otherwise I’m an empty vessel waiting to receive. The time is now.
Note to myself: Love, directed to ourselves, and bliss are the same thing. When in difficulty with our ego – that wants to survive – let bliss lift us up.