They say, and I have always believed, that to love someone
you must learn to first love yourself. I think this is true, but what is even truer for me is the realization that to really, truly love myself I need to first unconditionally love other
that eventually they will break my heart (friends, family, men, whoever).
Sadness, disappointment, happiness, loneliness, the sense of loss and rejection mixed with hope and love, all from different sources but all present in the cocktail that my mind is stirring up. And then I looked over at my trey table and there was a tiny little heart, made out of what I’m not exactly sure… but there it was out of the blue. And I can’t help but believe that the Universe sends signs when our heart gets heavy and discouraged, and it reminds us that the onus is on us to change our outcomes. And that as long as I always start from the same place I’ll always get the same result.
It’s time to rewrite my story, time to start from a brand new place and give myself a chance for a brand new ending.
And in the process love the amazing people who are in my life with all of me, and not with the trepidation of waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’m not exactly sure how, but I’ll find out. I believe what you put out into the world is what you get back, so I’ll put out the good and the love and even if it hurts like a bitch sometimes.. I know what I know. It will eventually find me.
|It’s now in my wallet…to remind me to believe in love.|