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Self-Love is an expression of adoration for everything you are.
Self-Hate is a handful of doubts that dilute your inner goodness & your natural greatness.
Self-Love is an acknowledgment of all your accomplishments, even the tiny ones.
Self-Hate broods on every mistake you’ve made since the day you were born, taking away your glory.
Self-Love is lightness, illumination, joyful.
Self-Hate is apathy, insecurity, sorrow.
Self-Love expounds on your magnificence.
Self-Hate stifles your growth.
Self-Love manifests itself in smiles, in sex, & in kindness.
Self-Hate wallows.
Self-Love is unapologetic.
Self-Hate makes excuses.
Self-Love celebrates your quirks & the very essence of your individuality.
Self-Hate is ashamed of your roots & your inherited characteristics (your father’s nose, your mother’s widow’s peak, your grandfather’s lanky stature).
Self-Love is unconditional.
Self-Hate is half-assed.
Self-Love is gentle.
Self-Hate is brutal.
Self-Love is organic.
Self-Hate is a defect.
Self-Love is giving yourself permission to say yes, say no, give up, or give in.
Self-Hate prompts guilt for whichever decision you make.
Self-Love portrays & nourishes the heartfelt passion you were born with.
Self-Hate betrays your spiritual self.
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Trying to get the hang of this website.
Tomorrow. If not today then tomorrow.
And I’m okay with that.
Take the path that runs along the cliff—that one, the one without any guardrails. Take that path, and know the exhilaration of the ride and the pride you feel when you reach the end will inspire you to take that path again and again. And that experience … every day, will make you more fulfilled, more complete, and more alive.
—Harry Beckwith
It’s okay if not a lot gets done today. It’s a natural lull that you should enjoy.
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Feeling a little less guilty about skipping this mornings walk. I may get a workout in later so yeah.
This morning was a struggle. I woke up early, but stayed in bed just making excuses. I really just didn’t feel up to it. My body aches. I feel emotionally drained. I simply wasn’t in the mood honestly. So I laid there for almost an hour having this internal battle with myself. In the end the “wants a changes/new me” won. I got up, laced up my sneakers and headed out.
It’s hard. I knew it would be. Sometimes going back to my old ways seems so easy. That extra hour of sleep sounds so inviting. I know these feelings are not going away anytime soon. So I need to figure out something to give me that extra push in the morning. Cause I sure am gonna need it for the long haul.
