In high school, I knew I was different from everyone else, but that’s why I loved myself. I knew who I was! I loved to experiment with clothes and displaying my sexuality. My friends didn’t quite understand me, but they seemed to accept me. I dated enough not to be called a slut (at least not to my face), and I had fun on my dates and in my relationships. In college, my experiments went wild, and I attracted others like myself. I loved me for being creative and for standing out. I loved myself and was loved by others.
It wasn’t until I graduated from college and entered the “real world” that I realized I had left my adventurous-self behind. I gave up being me to conform with the rest of the world. The partners I attracted were few and far between (and sub-par, to be honest). In short, I fell out of love with myself. I feared that no one would ever love me for me. But who was I? How could I fall back in love with myself? Would I ever find my true love, my soul mate?
I didn’t want to be stuck in a bad relationship or settle for someone who didn’t love me for me. On some level, I knew I controlled my universe and created my reality, but I was so lost I didn’t how to do any of it. Psychic Tansy ext. 5289said it well in the video—you have to make yourself into who you want to be.
The next guy wasn’t going to fix me or be the mysterious key that would unlock my hidden world. I had to fall in love with myself again. I tapped back into my spirited, adventurous high school self and headed for the hills. I went on long hikes, exploring new places with my dog. I drove for miles out to the middle of nowhere and found unique shops. In essence, I courted myself, and I fell in love—head over heels.
Believe it or not, when I fell in love with myself, I met my true love, my soul mate. He loved how adventurous I was and loved all the stories about my adventures. Turns out he was pretty adventurous as well, and we loved a lot of the same things. That was over seven years ago, and we’re still going strong.
However, I still have to remember to love myself. Just because he loves me, it’s not enough. Loving myself is what propels me forward in life. It’s propelled me to write a book in three months, to explore my passion to become a massage therapist and discover hidden talents in photography. If I didn’t love myself, I’d still be that woman sitting waiting for someone to pick me off the curb and change me. Take the risk, and fall in love with yourself—your soul mate with arrive soon after!