Real: I want to be it. I want to be real with my friends, with my family, with clients, with colleagues, with you, with God, with everyone.
Real love: I want to show it, to give it. To give it generously. To withhold no ounce of love from friends, family, clients, colleagues, you, God, everyone.
But lately, I’ve been missing something. I’ve been missing a real love for the real me.
I’m learning — as most good lessons are learned — the hard way. Yes, to give real love, and to be the real me, I have to really love the real me. And that kind of love takes so much real work.
Self-doubt, self-loathing, low self-esteem, whatever you call it, has an unwelcome place in my heart and in my soul. It digs in its heels at the most terrible moments. Like when I hear something off, something untrue, something incorrect. Or when I’m faced with a challenge, a hardship, a hurdle. Or simply when another day arrives. That general I‘m-so-much-blehhh-and-so-little-awesome makes a home.
And oh, how I need to stop it in its disgusting tracks. I need to stop it and replace it with joyful, real love.
It needs to begin with an embrace. An embrace of truth — that I’m just the way I’m supposed to be. An embrace of acceptance — that I may not be perfect and that’s okay. An embrace of where I’ve been — that I’ve come a long way. And an embrace of where I’m going — that good plans and a good future lie ahead. Because if I love the real me, I can really love the real you.