I write a lot of questions and ideas and thoughts on this blog. About living. Loving. Feeling.
But, in the end, only ‘me’ matters…
Or rather, loving me matters.
That’s the crux: You have to count.
Now, this is not a selfish: “Daddy, I want an Oompa Loompa Nooow” crux. It is simply a recognition that: you’ve got to count TO you.
I look at my life and wonder: I try to count to so many. It’s almost compulsive; as if ‘goodness’ means I can exhale… But me? That does not come easy. What would that take?
It’s so simple. But important. You have to count to you.
I watch my girls at work counting EVERYTHING. Calories, symptoms, complaints, wrongs, undoings…
What if they counted themselves? What if they counted ON themselves?…
For me, making me matter means I go home when I’m ready. It means I acknowledge a feeling (even a bad one) and don’t stuff it or substance it away. It means I trust that what ever is going on is making me more powerful. It means I trust and count on me.
Then, all the other junk can fall away. I don’t need to give me away or armor myself in tomfoolery. I’ve got my back instead.
Get yours. You matter.