Self love doesnβt just happen
πΊπππ ππππ π ππππ'π ππππ ππππππ...
Itβs πππππ. Itβs πππππππ .
Itβs practiced over and over again.
Self love is a βchoosing inβ process that asks you to be brave enough to say no to everything that does not belong to you.
My self love journey was created... it was saying no to a ravenous mind that wanted to convince me I was anything less than loved.
It was valuing myself well enough to become brutally honest with my past. It was facing the music that had a melody of melodrama and a harmony of dysfunctional habits.
It was 7 years of deconstruction, embracing my imperfections, learning how to be a graceful human, healing and healing and more beautiful messy ass healing.
7 years ago I sat here in this same spot- I was so married to pain and locked inside of my own prison, I could barely connect to the astonishment that surrounded me...
Itβs amazing how often we do that without realizing, right?
That we become so consumed with our own pain and drama that we donβt just miss, but we become BLIND... to every piece of love that is seeking for us to seek it back?
These rocks, this land, the wind, the chapel that spoke a message of hope into my heart when I was without light....
Today, I claim the value of my soul, I give thanks for the path God walked me through that broke me apart so I could be reborn over and over again. I embrace the essence of my nature and the quality of my mind.
I pay homage to my practice... the one that had me get up over and over again until I loved myself so hard that I had no choice but to see my Queenship....
To all of you that hear the seeds of doubt calling for your water... hold it.
Hold your water and POUR into your worth. Pour it into your goals. Pour it into the renewing of your mind. Pour it into practices that grow a garden of self esteem and self love....
And never.... ever... give up