This weekend there was a lot of love in the air. How much do I love my son? Enough to not stick my tongue out at him as he is telling me “No sing, mama!” I CAN SING IF I WANT SMALL HUMAN!
I spend a lot of time fretting over how I’m loving others. (Not to pat myself on the back or anything, but I am pre-tty giving you guys.) I want my kid to know I love him, that he is safe, that I am proud of him. I want my friends to know that I have them as major priorities. I want my husband to know I appreciate all the things he does. I want to make time for my family. I don’t want to forget birthdays, I want people to know they are on my mind. But so often that creates a go go go where we forget the ourselves.
How do you love yourself? What are your favorite things about you?
I love my hair, even though I’m mad at it right now. In the end, it always has my best intentions at heart.
I think I can tell a pretty fantastic story.
I’m FUNNY.
I love my cheekbones, which I got from my mother and my mother’s mother (who has a birthday… Today!).
I love and am proud of myself for making fairly smart life choices.
Pat on the back for being willing to do things that are scary. You rock, me.
I love that I love my music loud and my windows down.
I make really good roasted veggies, muffins, pizzas, scrambled eggs, beet salad, and cupcakes (Which are like muffins except…. with cream cheese frosting?).
Your turn!
I love that I can walk in heels, legitimately, without looking like a giraffe.
I love telling stories and cranking country music, because they both speak to my soul.
I love that I’m my kitty-boo’s favorite. 🙂
Without looking like a giraffe!! YES!
I love cooking… smelling, tasting… drinking…. more if I have music playing along
I love my hair do… even on bad hair days
i love my eyes…. I really like my color.
thank you for choosing this theme… it is always nice to think about something we love about ourselves…
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A good hair do. You just never let go of those, ever ever ever ever.
I too love my eye color – hazel eyes FTW.
I love my body. It could be stronger and fitter and thinner… but there are times when I go for a walk and just think how lucky I am to have a body that can move me.
I’m a damn good baker. My creations won’t win any beauty contests, but they’re tasty.
I love that I took the time to learn about finances and can now rock a daily household budget.
Kick ass with your finance knowledge!
I love my hair. I also like my eyes. These are my best features and playing them up makes me feel like I can conquer anything.
I love that I can be really afraid of something but I fucking do it anyway. I know how to take calculated risks.
I love that I’ve finally figured out to be vulnerable and not be embarrassed by myself.
I love that I can do things by myself whether it’s traveling, dining solo, attending an event or meetup. I am comfortable in my own company and have no problem interacting with strangers on said excursions. (For example, today I asked this guy sitting alone if I could join his table)
I love that I have also figured out how to self-care.
Being vulnerable and being ok with it is soooo awesome!
I love my height. I love that it makes me feel strong and helps me know that my body can do a lot. I also really really love when people stare when my family walks into a room. Especially when its the epicly dressed up tall Jesse ladies.
I love that I take care of myself, in diverse ways beyond laying in bed watching TV, like baths, a trainer, shaving, reading more books, eating right.
I love that I always give L the benefit of the doubt, and that it is easy to do so. And that my love gets bigger all the time.
I love that I am dependable and loyal.
I love that I am doing scary things right and that they feel so so so good.
I love the weird fun noises I make.
I love my giant ass eyes.
I love my hazel eyes too (is this a theme here?).
I love that some part of my kid being awesome is because of me.
I love that I craft without patterns and plans and create some pretty flipping great things for my friends and family.
I love my singing voice.
I love that I was the one who bought the whoopie cushion camping.
I love that after a massive change of direction with my work to something that’s scary and new, when two different folks swooped in to try and offer me temporary easy options, I stuck with the scary new option.
I love that I’ve just signed the royalty forms for our book (aaauuugggggghhhhhhhh!!!!) and then in our last meeting with my co-editors, they suggesting pitching the lit review from my PhD thesis so they can use it as a text book for their classes. Palgrave MacMillan UK for Life!
I love that I love the irony of having an academic book published almost a year after leaving academia.
Wow congratulations!!!!!!!
Yay! I love my body. Stop telling me five ways to look good naked, Cosmo! I’ve already got it down! I’m learning to feel strong and powerful with yoga, too.
I love my hair. I love that I’ve finally got the courage to let it be wild and crazy. And I love the looks and comments it solicits.
I love that I’m a great friend, loyal always always always.
I am totally kicking ass at my new job, and I pinch myself some days. I love that I’m young but fearless at work.
I love my cooking, even when it kinda bombs.