Scared of loving myself for who I am and not what others expect of me. In all honesty it has been the hardest thing for me to understand up until now. It really boils down to that. It really truly matters what I think of myself more than anything. And I just thought that if I was honest with myself and figured out where I went wrong, it would all begin and end with me anyways. And I want to see me happy.
“A part of me wants to discover the psychology of self. The wealth in my health. At the end of the day I have to be happy and content with myself. That will always include loving thy self. And I just don’t see where your life will be truly happy if you don’t love yourself.”El’Aundra Dolce
I imagined a simple nonchalant adjustment to my psyche was all it was going to take to figure out what was and wasn’t good for me. I need inspiration. My problem is that I am not finding any. I feel a sense of being unsettled because I am not around what inspires me to transform. The work is finding out what inspires me and what is the transformation? We as humans will go through these phases and reach the end of our life probably worried about one thing…time. Then thinking about what we did with it.