If you love someone, tell them. A Love Letter to Me

Sometimes life gets so busy, a tornado of deadlines, new people, expectations that birth more expectations, booked calendars, ongoing conversations, and barely any quiet brain space.
So many hands reaching out to take from you.
So many people to please.
So many decisions to be made.

In those times, it’s important to look out for yourself.
To carve out time to spend with yourself, to hold your own hand, and carry yourself out of the chaos and into your own shelter.

I crave quality time with myself.
I love giving space for my thoughts to manifest and float freely—unbiased and unfiltered.

I love sitting alone, not worrying about anyone’s needs but my own.

I love talking to myself.
I love reading.
I love consuming content curated for me, by me.

I think I’m kind, patient, and easily satisfied.
I can find pleasure in the littlest things, and I’m truly grateful to be alive.
I make myself laugh.
I speak to myself kindly and encouragingly.

I haven’t always felt that way, and this feeling isn’t linear or consistent in its intensity, but when it peaks, everything peaks.

As I embark on new chapters of my life, with the support of my loved ones, it’s important to ground myself and remember the hard work I’ve invested in personal growth.
I’m still on that journey—and hopefully, I always will be.

Right now, I’m so happily in love with me.

I want this to be a reminder to myself, as I enter a new world of uncertainty.
A reminder of this contentment I’ve found within, in case my worth is ever in question.

To always be gentle with myself.
To remember I loved me before, and in spite of, anyone else.
To know that I’m a good person—and that’s all that really matters.