It’s an inside job

It’s a never ending exciting trip, this inside job of self-acceptance and self-love.

Hi dear friend

On the ride of figuring out, accepting and loving myself completely, I'm a bit like my cats when they play with a ball of yarn, weaving through dreams, fears, and not good enoughs’. It's an inside job, this quest to dig into the depths of my being, to uncover the buried treasures of authenticity amongst the rubble of self-doubt.

Sometimes, I trip over my own past like it's a forgotten dusty thing in the house, haunted by the ghosts of my past failures. But in those gloomy moments, I stumble upon a little spark of self-acceptance, nudging me to welcome my quirks and imperfections with a warm hug.

But boy, do I sometimes mess up along the way! Dreams slip through my fingers, and I find myself face planting into reality more often than not. Yet, in those messy moments, my greatest life lessons shine, like learning to bounce back, finding courage, and giving myself permission to try again.

True love and acceptance of my Self isn't a finishing line, it's more like finding my way in a forest. And yes, I have gotten lost in the big Swedish forests as a kid a few times and that’s no fun at all. But I see more and more that it’s about enjoying life's berries in the wild, even when the way out can seem far off and a somewhat scary.

However, I confront my messy Self, the good, the bad, and the awkward bits. And when I stumble, I remember that the real treasure lies in this ride itself, in peeling back the layers and getting to know the beautiful soul beneath that which we all are.

But lurking in the background is that annoying need for validation from others. Yet, as I dig deeper into my own soul, I realize that the only thumbs up that truly matters, is the one I give myself. It feels like I need a constant reminder of that. Maybe a fridge magnet?