Love The Shit Out Of Yourself

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, LOVEBIRDS.

If we’re being real, and we are because I stopped that ~*pOsEr*~ mess back in 8th grade, I’m not the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day.

That doesn’t mean I’m not a romantic.

After years of ignoring the fact that I like candlelit dinners, surprise bouquets of flowers, and sweet kisses on my forehead, I embraced the fact that I dig romance.

With that being said, I don’t believe one needs to go balls to the wall for Valentine’s Day to show your love. You should do that mess everyday! Diamonds M-F, bitches! Just kidding.

My dude surprised me with a weekend getaway to a little beach town, a clean apartment when I came home from a work event Friday night, flowers, and chocolate. It was the sweetest. I’m a lucky lady.

It wasn’t over the top. It wasn’t super duper expensive, because who are we, Donald Trump’s immediate family? But it came from the heart and that’s what matters.

#romantic

Anyway, happy love day. Love your partner. Love your friends. But most importantly, love yourself.

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I’m a sucker for wordy memes that are running rampant on Instagram. You know the ones:

Never half-ass anything. Always use your full ass.” Seriously, so funny.

You’re doing the best you can.” Seriously, so true.

And most recently, “Love the shit out of yourself.” Seriously, what I need to do more.loveyourself

The older I get, the more comfortable I get in my skin, but the more I overthink, stress out, and compare myself to others.

I’m coming off of a weekend where I just didn’t feel happy. You know what I mean? I had happy moments, for sure, like exploring a new-to-me city with my boyfriend…

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Drinking delicious beer at a small brewery…

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And seeing horses in the wild…

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Which was such a wonderful surprise from Felix! Ever since our trip to Ireland where we got to feed wild horses on the Cliffs of Moher, I haven’t stopped thinking about their beauty. Also, their eyeballs are like the sweetest things ever.

See? Happy moments filled my weekend… but I wasn’t always happy with myself.

As most of my longtime readers know, I’m transitioning careers, and while it’s been exciting and I’ve been learning a lot, it also comes with a ton of anxiety. Because of this anxiety, I often find myself worrying about my finances, the future, and questioning (yet again) why I can’t just be a “normal” person with a “normal” career.

But what is normal anyway?

Normal isn’t.

There is no such thing as normal.

And when I think about that, I mean when I really think about that, it brings me so much relief, I could cry.

I won’t, but I could.

I think it’s important to remember that we’re all students of life. We don’t have everything figured out, sometimes we have to do what we don’t want to do, we get set back in some way either financially, romantically, or emotionally. How we handle the aftermath of whatever shit storm we go through is what defines us and creates our normal.

The comparisons have got to stop. Who cares what your neighbor has or what they don’t.

The thought that you’re not enough has got to stop. You are. You are so much more than enough.

And, most importantly, the belief that you are doing the best you can has got to begin.

It is so important to love yourself.

 

You are literally the best you I have ever known!

Your friends think so, your family thinks so, YOU need to think so!

I know it’s cliche, but the truth is that there is only one you, and you only have one life to live. Don’t waste minutes, hours, days, and even years thinking you’re anything less than an amazing, empowered, bossy, defiant (when necessary), independent, fanfreakingtastic, delicious, sexy, intelligent, magical snowy land owl.

Because you are.

You so are.

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I love me.

 

 

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