Have I been too busy trying to be happy to love myself? I look at the rush of relief and warmth that's opened up in me as I start to accept my actions, and it's clear to me I've been holding my heart under water for years. Warm hot breaths, panting in the sweet air. Yeah, I been hard on myself for a while now.
I look back on the promises I've been making to myself for years and each one had the goal of making myself a better person, but I wasn't looking at why I needed to make those promises. I mean, I didn't need to promise myself to read more often, or get more connected to the people I loved. That all just came to me. One hell of a promise would be to let my next move be loving myself for who I am.
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