We’re already a few weeks in this month but…
Disclaimer: I’m not supposed to be writing this. But I am anyway. I thought I could write on one of my social media platforms, but why delay it to be perfect? That’s my blog’s job. Anyway, on to it.
I was sort of cleaning my email (actually just sorting the starred emails so I have quick access to important emails) when I came across some email threads between me and an ex. While I no longer remember the exact words we said to each other, I know we had that moment. Once upon a time, there was an us. Years after, I’m finally at this point where I can read our past messages without crying. I cringe from time to time, though.
I didn’t know I was attracting things in my life – both good and bad – but apparently I was. Now I can truly say: The Law of Attraction works.
Today wasn’t the Sunday I planned. But it was a good Sunday nonetheless. I spent some time with my guy, and then some time for myself.
On serendipity, I started my #selflove journey on the first day of the year. I was curious so I picked up this book and things started to flow from there.
For the longest time, I had struggles with my body. But the biggest challenge so far was in 2017 when I lost control over my eating. I became complacent. Albeit his constant reminder to be mindful of what I eat, I knew my boyfriend accepted me as a whole, flabs and all.
Last year, I didn’t even try to do or be anything. For the most part, I settled. I accepted where I was, what I did, what my everyday looked like. I didn’t have aims to be anything or anybody. I didn’t call the shots and I just went where people dragged me. It was both exhausting and uplifting, good and bad.