Love yourself. Or if that’s too big an ask, at least try to like yourself. Sounds easy, right? But if it were that easy, why do so many singers, bloggers, therapists and well-meaning strangers earnestly instruct us how to do it, again and again and again?
The like of me
I want to like all of me not only the me in slippers now but the me in a weeping Honda in a different century I want to like all of me not just the sensible me but the dumb and desperate messed-up me It's easy to like the presentable me the on-to-it over-it into-it me who scrubs up well and brazenly dares to be nice and offer advice for free I want to forgive that me who did her best but did it wrong and now can only sing the song of a sorry sorry sorry she I want to start liking the me who wasn't me who was only a hint of the like of me I want to forgive the me of me kiss her better set her free carry her safe in a pocket and let her see a world that survived regardless even some who are able to love the grown-up me and would (if she'd only agree) let her sleep and let her be. ~ Rachel McAlpine, 30 November 2021 ~
Ever feel like that? That liking yourself is not that simple? If so, you are not alone. After living a few score decades, nearly everyone has some private regrets. Possibly even your dearest friends. We do change. Sometimes it seems, that’s not enough. But it is enough. I know that, really.
The Like of Me is an instant poem. That’s how they arrive, like a jingle or a song. Not fancy, not polished. But I share them anyway, in case these thoughts and feelings resonate with you.Follow Write Into Life