It feels amazing when a love bomb is dropped all over you. It shatters the inner dialogue that claims you are not enough, or worthy, or that you need to be more than you see in the mirror. You are seen intimately. The call of your heart is heard and held and it resonates with meanings that are understood. You are given such a pure vision of how you present yourself that there is no denying that you are a beautiful being, full of light and possibility. You are validated and shown that there is value in who you are as you are, without further expectation of who you should be based on a value system you are never expected to understand. Love bombs are epic.
I love your capacity to love.
I love your ability to see beauty through the ashes.
I acknowledge your pain and validate your anguish.
I love watching you dance and hearing you sing.
I love your excitement over good food.
I love your spontaneity.
I love your caregiving nature and servant’s heart.
I appreciate your generosity.
I see you as beautiful and feel your power and authority over your life.
I acknowledge your accountability.
I appreciate your vulnerability.
I admire your ability to internalize criticisms as a catalyst for intentional change.
You amaze me.
Yesterday I was committed to being gentle with myself. Still fractured from behavior I’m not proud of, I was seen and given a couple of objective views of the situation. I was given an explosion of unconditional love. I was given love in my weakness and in behavior I regretted.
I love bombed all over myself. It was a Thursday night and while I usually take Thursdays as a day to feel small near the ocean, I used it as a date night for myself. Usually that’s a weekend thing. I’m very comfortable with sitting at a table alone in a crowded restaurant, on any night, but usually Wednesday or Thursdays are about feeling small because I need that perspective often. I took my time walking through stores and picking up items that interested me. I was intentional with my epicurean endeavors. I treated myself to dinner and walked through a bookstore, enjoying the weight and smell of the books I picked up. I later went home and stared longingly and lovingly at myself in a mirror. I left hand written notes to myself and left them in places where I would find them later because I will need the reminder of my awesome later. I tend to forget.
I realized that I am so in tune with the desires of my heart and no one can love me as deeply as I do. I took a selfie to remember how great that felt. Tonight, with my sons home, I’m committed to being silly. I’m committed to laughing at myself and really appreciating what this feels like. The love explosion all over myself is what is driving my night and my focus this weekend is to teach my boys that same appreciation.
There will be silliness and shenanigans.