One week into this. It’s going well. I’m not sure what I was expecting. I’m not sure the goal of the outcome. But, I am far more comfortable with the word “love”. I look forward to doing this ritual, and it doesn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable anymore.
Today I changed things up a bit. I told myself that I love myself as I am. I love myself because of my flaws, my quirks, my talents and my gifts. I love my imperfections, my strive for balance, my honesty, my determination, my steadfastness and my unwavering nature. But than I thought, should I need a reason to love myself? We all hide the not so pleasant parts of ourselves, and embracing both my light and my shadow is important to me. I get a lot of flack for it. As a tarot reader, I’m supposed to be all light and love all the time. But to me, that tastes bitter like artificial candy. The white-lighter types can’t handle my down-to-earth nature. I scare them. I am okay with that. I want to be as authentically me as I can be- a full spectrum of dark and light, of greens and greys. I want to be the ripest, juiciest peach plucked right from the tree. Fuck those jealous aspartame bitches! I am going to be me, because I have no interest in pretending to be one of them.
Just shy of 1/4 done this challenge.