This morning I woke up in Sri Lanka having brought in my 32nd birthday with great friends and a night of perfectly combined gin, dancing my face off, and solid sleep. But the nastiness of words in my own head started tearing me down- nothing new. They told me I’m inadequate, boring, bratty, and obviously took jabs at my physical appearance. My monologue blared out my insecurities and bashed the things I’m proud of. Downright NASTY.
So, I isolated myself for a while. Sabotaged to make reality of a self-fulfilling prophecy. Left my friends with their good intentions so I could wallow in my self-pity and lack of self-esteem.
BUT!! This is not how I intend to move into another dance around the sun.
My Love Language is Words of Affirmation, so I sat down with a journal and loved up on myself until I blushed.
With that, for my birthday, I’d love for you to gift me with Words of Affirmation. If you feel called to, share something meaningful, personal, and loving.