Remember drawing hearts wrapped around the name of your crushes when you were in grade school? I sure do. It was a great escape, full of hope, full of possibility, full of adoration. I have a confession. I did this ritual long past my middle school years, and high school, perhaps college. That’s as far as I am willing to admit.
We all want love right? It is a universal desire, and I was no different. I thought my worth came in the package of somebody else loving me. I made some bad partner choices I disguised as love. But that’s life right? We eventually figure stuff out. Drop the fantasy, make better choices and learn a few things about ourselves and our self worth along the way.
So here I am, many wise years later, still figuring stuff out. One thing I have learned? I had to fill my own cup by loving me first. It turns out, I am very loveable! Every morning the heart I draw is not on paper, but in the foggy shower glass. The name I write is not someone else’s, its “me.” Perfectly imperfect me. I smile as I write it, because I know it is true.