“Self-love? What a silly idea.”
For years, I would not hear of it. I thought nothing could be more arbitrary or ambiguous than self-love.
How do you know when you’re loving yourself? Does working out or meditating or sleeping fill up your love-o-meter? How absurd. It’s intangible.
I thought it even crazier that people would put insane conditions on their self-love. “Accomplish A, B, and C and you will love yourself more.”
I’m still not coming around on that. I’m sorry. You can love yourself no matter the situation, no matter how much or how little you’ve accomplished, no matter how much or how little money is in your bank account. I’m not budging there.
What I am starting to see about self-love is that you can’t give away what you don’t have. If you want to love someone else, you’ve got to love yourself first.
If you attract someone out of desperation, or self-loathing, or depression, then that’s the foundation you set for the relationship too. Not exactly building your house on solid ground.
If you attract someone from a space of love and giving, that’s the foundation you set for the relationship too. Now that’s a game changer.
