Another Valentine’s Day has come and gone, and I’m left contemplating Cupid’s arrow and L-O-V-E.

This though, it was less about me spending an hour shaving and more about reflection, introspection, and a journey into the heart of self-love year.

Trust in me, I’m no specialist in the artwork of tough self-love. I’m generally far better at self-sabotage and self-deprecation.

Backstory: I first started processing the concept of dating myself when I ended up being going right through a major, major breakup a year ago. It had been probably the most relationship that is defining ever been an integral part of; it absolutely was with a guy who was the very first individual to ever understand me- the nice, the bad, as well as the at the beginning of the morning me (yikes). It absolutely was a tumultuous, terrible, wonderful, bright, miserable, enlightening, and relationship that is invigorating at one time. But, he simply changed their brain 1 day. Something about perhaps perhaps not to be able to stay me personally or something like that. So when it had been over, I became, just, alone.

I did son’t understand where you can turn when it comes to highs and lows I’d become so used to over time. I did son’t know whom to run to or simple tips to distract myself from truth. I did son’t have meaning any longer. It sucked big style.

I happened to be in hell. And never because we missed him korean cupid. I became in hell that I was just going to have to be me because I knew in my deepest deep. I did son’t understand me personally and I also didn’t genuinely wish to become personally familiar with me, either. It seemed too frightening. Exactly exactly What if we didn’t just like me once I got to learn me?

Without much of an option, as well as in a final ditch work to pull myself up through the stack of potato chip bags and Ray Lamontagne CD’s, I took myself on a night out together. Read More