The truth of my experience is that we are all a lot more alike, than we are different. – Ann Lamott
If I asked you to name all the things that you really love, how long would it take for you to name yourself?
I saw this question on instagram the other day and it struck me, where on the list would I place myself. As the years go by, I am much more appreciative of who I am and yet, I still struggle with deep love and acceptance of myself.
Loving myself is not just liking what I see, but rather an acceptance of everything that I am. It is to accept the reality I have been given, to accept the shadow and the light in my life. The good, and the bad. It’s finding time for me and remembering to nurture myself.
When we can look into our own hearts and find this love, then we learn to see it in each other more clearly. We begin to see the challenges we all face each day, and overtime, this helps us treat each other more gently and with more patience and tolerance.
I think we are more alike than we like to admit. I think we all have similar fears and insecurities, but most of all I think we all want to be loved and accepted. To feel this, to really receive this, it must begin within us.