Love notes
I went to an event last month where we welcomed in the new year with things we were shedding and were invited to write ourselves “love notes” that would be sent to us later on.
Like a good little participant, I did as I was invited.
I decided I would write myself a note the way I would write one to a friend, telling them the wonderful things about themself that I would want them to know that they might not hear otherwise. I decided to think as clearly and honestly about myself as I could – not overly critical and not overly humble. But about the things that define me, the ways I consistently show up, the things that matter to me.
And I wrote myself my first love note.
A month later, on Valentine’s Day, I got my love note in the mail. What a sweetly timed, poignant reminder of the ways we know but rarely acknowledge ourselves. We all know we’re not supposed to get our identity from what other people think and yet we hang onto others’ opinions as if they are The Word, rarely holding our own to the same standard. It was one of the few times I’ve looked at my own words, about myself, and thought – Yes, that’s me.
If you wrote your own love note to yourself, what would you want you to know? What part of you would you want to make sure you got to see through your own eyes?
