noun: regard for one’s own well being and happiness (chiefly considered as a desirable rather than narcissistic characteristic)
It’s February. The month of love. And while there are many kinds of love, I just really love the word “love”. It is Old English, but of Germanic origin, and its root is shared in Sanskrit, meaning desires. Love is a noun, a verb, an adjective, and there are love phrases and derivatives. It is my opinion that self-love is the most important love there is.
Because love is to be shared. And how can I share what I do not have? Without self-love there is no love of any kind. Having said that, self-love is the hardest love to cultivate. Having a relationship with myself is difficult. There is no running from the past or hiding from the truth of myself. Wherever I go, there I am. Persevering the trials, forgiving indiscretions, falling short. That voice in my head tells me “I can’t”, “That’s a stupid idea”, “Wait for another time”. It truly takes a focused effort to work on kindness, and it has to start with being kind to myself. It’s saying “I can”, “That’s not stupid, there is something there, there”, “Do it now”. It’s breathing deeply and focusing on spirit. It’s well being and happiness.
While well being can, for some, lead to enlightenment. For others, figuring out what makes one happy can take a lifetime and be the whole meaning of life. These are life long endeavors that require focus and energy and wisdom and patience and forgiveness and all those other gifts that come from love. I’m not there yet, but I’m on the road. This is my journey and I’ve come to appreciate it for what it is. For what I am. I am working on my relationship with myself, the back and forth, the compromise of what I want and of what is. I am working on self-love and I kind of like that about myself.
“Confidence makes us beautiful, and it comes from accepting yourself. The moment you accept yourself, it makes everything better.”
“Love is Life is Love.”
Diane von Furstenberg