I’ve just had the strangest realisation about this letter to you.
Writing to myself every day is an act of self-love.
It’s a way for me to start the day with kindness. Seeing myself gently.
The same with drawing a picture.
I know I know that already…but I think a level of ‘performance’ stress has come into my writing. A desire to be good, to write/draw something insightful or entertaining or at least interesting.
It’s good for me to remember that if it is an act of self-love then the process can reflect that. It can be kind and easy and gentle.
Some days I deal with the big and dark things…but in a way they are the easier days. It feels cathartic to write to you about that stuff. Same with the outrageously happy days.
It’s the in-between days, the days where I’m not sure what I am feeling, or I am a bit off kilter, or distracted, or ready to get on with it…
On those days remembering that this can be gentle and light and easy when I need is important.
It’s on those days I need to write to you as an act of self-love.
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