I truly love who I am

I truly love my face and my nose and my jawline, my hands and feet and the look of my fingers. I really love my style, my open and readiness to try new colors, new activities, new adventures and embrace new relationships. I really love the ways I express myself -- with song, intuitive movement, unique clothing and crystal-adorned jewelry, and I love the ways I look and sound doing all these things. I love my habit of meditating in the morning after chaga and turkey-tail coffee. The way I connect to amplified music and allow my body to lead with hips, neck, hair and traveling feet. The way I find symbolism in what is being revealed to me, in scripted mugs and divinely-timed interactions. My outlook on life, my desire to uplift others and spread joy. My thirst for expansion and even more self love, even more clarity, even more of all of these good-feeling things. And in these, I realize we are all really the same; we are all love looking for a place to stay. We are all clarity looking for a place to stay. We all want love, and in that way we are one.

The elation of feeling all parts of self in this moment. Prancing 6-year old, fighting 12-year old, frightened 19 and weeping 23. 64 I see, carrying wisdom, and 77 blessing us all with gratitude, with unconditional love. 25 is all of these things, with immense gratitude for the deliberation and expansion-focused, eternal me.

I truly love myself. And it's easy now, to name things I enjoy about myself, to enjoy time spent with me. It's lovely to be here, and in a way, I feel it was always like this. I deeply love myself, and it's not an affirmation I am saying so hard to believe, anymore. It is what I truly feel.