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OBSERVATIONS
In high school, I hated valentine’s day. Every year some group would sell roses as a fundraising event. When you purchased one, you got to include a private note for the recipient. Then, each period throughout the designated delivery day, a migrating band of cupids would show up and deliver roses to classmates. Blech.
I never received any roses.
If only I knew then, what I know now - although that would have been a tall order for a teenager to be so reflective and self-assured - there is no better person to fall in love with than the person staring back at you in the mirror!
Don’t get me wrong; I struggle with self-love from time to time—I am human, after all. (wink)
But I know when I’m in a full-on embrace of love for where I’m at, what I’m doing, and where I’m headed, that same love starts to show up everywhere. Strangers are kinder, tasks begin to flow with ease, and I’ve got a pep in my step.
We all deserve a rose; from you to you.
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