"Your only identity is I AM undefined and infinite. Any label you give yourself limits yourself. - Deepak Chopra"
"Imagine loving yourself the way you would love your own child. What can you do to express this love? Brainstorm a list of tangible things you can do today, this week and this month to pamper, honor and nurture yourself. Write yourself a love letter and read it over daily."
I am not sure who wrote the last one, but writing myself a "love" letter to read over daily would be a bit difficult for me to do. Does that mean I don't love myself? I don't think so. I have gotten so much better about allowing myself to accept gifts, compliments and to even pamper myself in ways I never thought I would do before. Yesterday I was out running errands. My hair looked pretty good and I decided to stop and get a passport photo done since mine will expire in March and I want to get it done before holidays in December. They do not allow smiling for these photos so I always look like a thug anyway... but wow, was I ever surprised that the thug with the nice hair looked so haggard in the face! It is time for a makeover, is what!!
On the way home I stopped at Merle Norman and set up an appointment to get my makeup done. I need new cosmetics anyway. As I was driving home I was about to pass a neighborhood spa and made a quick turn and rolled the dog around in the back seat as I did so. (She hates it when that happens. I forgot she was back there.) I went in and asked if I could get my brows waxed and a manicure. The girl that does it won a grand prize in all of Canada for her work with waxing and nails but she is working with her mother who owns the salon. She also has a love interest in town as well, so she isn't marketing herself as you might expect. She was just finishing up with a client when I walked in and she took care of me right away. I also set up an appointment with her for some pampering next week. So how is that for pampering and nurturing myself? I didn't make a list as suggested above and I didn't plan it when I left the house. It just happened. I didn't think about it too much and didn't have to talk myself into it as I would have in the old days when I believed it to be too selfish and that perhaps I was not deserving.
I am different and I like feeling deserving. I like myself and I am still working on the love part. I am open to it, but I didn't get like this overnight. Progress is happening.
I totally believe the first paragraph of this post. I have limited myself with labels in the past. It is so simple and so freeing.
I am.
Life is Good
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