SelfLove365, Year 2, Day 181: Gratitude

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Thank you body, for being my vehicle, for showing me what needs attention, and for giving me pleasure and pain.

Thank you children, for reflecting back to me all the things I need to face, for teaching me patience, for being outlets for unconditional love.

Thank you Braden, for being a catalyst for change, for keeping it real, for supporting me in all the ways you do, for showing me what fucking is, for exploring new and scary territories with me, for your beauty and wisdom, for being me.

Thank you my friends and family, for being my backbone, my unwavering support, the people I lean on, for giving me reasons to keep on going, for your strength and encouragement, and your love.

Thank you Mother Earth, for your trees and your colours, for always being there, for your endless forgiveness, for holding me, and for your power.

Thank you to all my parts and stories- the little girl, the shame, the judge and critic, the artist, the mother, the not-good-enough, the too-much, the attention seeker, the slut, the rebel, the dominatrix, the prude. Thank you for teaching me lessons and helping me on my path.

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SelfLove365, Year 2, Day 180: Shame

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Shame is quick to pop it’s ugly face into my thoughts. Lightning quick. It likes to remind me of all the reasons I’m not a good person, and how I somehow don’t measure up. Then it likes to look for proof of my shortcomings in the things other people say to me (especially via text). It has the power to plummet my mood in mere seconds.

Shame is felt in my body as a freezing – everything stalls, my breathing nearly stops, and my brain doesn’t know where to go. Usually, beneath all of this, I can still hear my core self, my witness, and know it’s happening to me, and even know how to move out of it (usually by dancing), but it can feel tremendously difficult to pull out of it without some coaxing. And then I usually judge the need for help, and pull myself even deeper into the shame.

I acknowledge my shame and give it a voice. I allow my shame to move through my body. My shame knows the tools it needs to express itself: a pen and paper, moving music and a dancing body, a loving presence and listening ears. I thank my shame for all the lessons it provides me.

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SelfLove365, Year 2, Day 179: Plenty

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There is enough love for me. I have plenty.
There is enough money for me. I have plenty.
There is enough attention for me. I have plenty.
There is enough substance for me. I have plenty.
There is enough life for me. I have plenty.
There is enough living for me. I have plenty.
There is enough for me. I have plenty.

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SelfLove365, Year 2, Day 178: Funny (on rare occasions)

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Usually I ruin a joke by forgetting the punchline, but occasionally I manage to say something that strikes just the right chord of wit and humour. It doesn’t happen with any effort, and it doesn’t happen often, so I appreciate when it does happen, and I let the laughs soak right in.

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SelfLove365, Year 2, Day 177: Self Worth

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It’s all in here, and I really don’t need anyone else to show me, to tell me, to validate me. I sometimes (often) fall back on my addictive habits of dependency on others, forgetting that I am fully capable of knowing, and showing myself, my own self-worth. It can feel more difficult to do it on my own, but in reality, it would make life so much easier.

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SelfLove365, Year 2, Day 176: Bliss

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Listening to the waves of the ocean, while the hot sun warms my skin, the scent of sand and coconut in the air.

The melting of my body into the bed, at two o’clock in the afternoon, when my eyes are exhausted, and my mind drifts in and out of consciousness.

The weight of your body on mine, biting into your juicy bottom lip, as we become one.

The first savoured bite of banana cream pie, or any other of my favourite desserts, for that matter, allowing it to settle and dissolve in my mouth.

The touch, and pressure, and manipulation of massage on my muscles and skin, every new inch by every new inch.

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