The other day I read something that continues to stir me, it sparked my emotion, and caused me to look closer at myself: “Treat Yourself Like You Would Treat Someone You Love”.
Clearly, this could be the topic for an entire book; the idea has gotten a bit cobbled up in my head, and thought process. I know I’ve complicated it, because I’ve written, and re-written, for over an hour. (I think “bloggers” might blog more for themselves, than for their readers.) Have you heard this song, “You always hurt the one you love”? Well, that certainly flies in the face of the quote above. To be honest, my husband doesn’t always get my tender loving care. I’ve understood this pretty well for sometime now. The amount of T.L.C. that I’m able to give him, is almost always equal to the level of my personal self-esteem, self-love, how I feel about my appearance, and all the things I’m feeling about myself on that day.
First of all, I cannot give you what I don’t have. If I cannot treat myself with love, if I cannot respect myself, and if I despise myself for my shortcomings there’s little or no hope that I will bring goodness and light to someone I love, or anyone for that matter.
I’m not sure about you, but, I know I could treat myself better. Having spent most of my life working with, and around people, I’ve met so many who are angry; or rigidly judgmental. Surely you’ve met some of these heavily burdened people; they hold on tightly to their grudges, unforgiving, believing that it somehow hurts, or makes the other person “suffer” for the perceived wrong-doing. These angry ones keep drinking their own poison, and checking back to see if their “bone of contention” is dead yet?
Here’s what I think: Deep down, inside every human being there’s a place that’s shamefully unloved. A dark corner of the being that is certain that they’re not worth loving. How sad that they cannot forgive themselves. So, acting out in anger, they strike, trying to get rid of the pain by reflecting it righteously.
Let’s treat ourselves better, let’s love ourselves more, and let’s begin to forgive our imperfections. To really be happy, we must tend to our own inner gardens, cultivate the dark, un-nurtured soil, clear the pesky weeds of negative self-doubt and fear so we don’t choke out the tender budding love of self and joy in living. Surely, then, loving others will become a simple task.