In honor of Valentine’s Day, I am having a self-love weekend.
I bought myself an adorable unicorn card, flowers, and cookies. This morning I took myself out for coffee at my favorite local coffee shop. Later today I plan on snuggling up in a nice warm blanket and watching some romcoms.
How often do we take the time to celebrate ourselves? To celebrate all that we are and all that we do?
I know I struggle with being so hard on myself sometimes. I’m happy to report I am breaking that pattern, though, and continue to treat myself with more and more loving kindness.
Today, I pause and reflect on the fact that I have come SO FAR and am proud of myself for how much I’ve grown and the progress I’ve made. I’m proud of myself for trying. I’m proud of myself on the days I don’t feel like trying. I’m proud of myself for recognizing that some days I just need to *be* and not *do*.
I’m proud of myself for being courageous and showing myself to the world. I’m proud of myself for being vulnerable and speaking and living my truth, even when it’s hard.
I’m proud of myself for choosing ME. I’m proud of myself for making “me” a priority and focusing more on self-love.
I’m proud of myself for making those tough decisions, setting and sticking to my boundaries, and developing self-trust.
I’m proud of myself for recognizing that having a partner is great, but I’m no more or less worthy of love without one.
I am worthy of love simply because I exist. Not just on Valentine’s Day. *Every* day.
I’m proud of you, Kari, and I love you.