I like Brene’s definition of love in her book, The Gifts of Imperfection
“We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known, and when we honor the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust, respect, kindness and affection. It is not something we give and get, it is something that we nurture and grow. A connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them. We can only love others as much as we love ourselves.
Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and RARE.”
I am currently working on the the phrase in bold. There is a long list of things I love about myself and they are all the things that really matter. The things I don’t come down to unrealistic expectations. Also, my unyielding desire to be perfect, which I never have and never will attain. There is a critical voice inside, who I have named “Little Miss Perfect”, that I am working on quieting and softening her words and getting her comfortable with the fact that perfect isn’t possible, nor something I want to be. There is beauty in imperfections and there is a tremendous amount of love that comes from accepting and owning our imperfections.
Today I know I am worthy of love, and this knowledge is on the 1,000 mile journey to my heart where knowledge becomes belief.
Who else out there is on this journey too?! I know I am not alone. Talk to me.