A few weeks ago I did a thing. For myself. By myself. For TWO hours. Sounds scandalous, doesn't it?
I've been working on this self love thing. I've never had a problem telling people to find a short pier, or helping others find themselves, but it's a whole different story when you're looking in a mirror instead of through a window.
Loving myself is good. I embrace my crazy, my curvaceousness, my passion, and I am finding my peace. But, I don't do much for me. I pour all my goodness in to other people and I forget. About me. So I adventured the other day and got me some eyelash extensions.
They are beeee-you-tee-ful! Except they drive my eyelashes nuts. My little mama looks hot experience is also turning in self-constraint training, but I'm dealing. And, my eyelashes look fucking amazing doing it.
Here's why this is important: despite the guilt, I saved my shells, scheduled the appointment, and went. For two hours, I could not do anything about what work wanted or what the people needed. No one bounded in to the room, asking me for something. I just, dare I say it or they will want to come with next time, RELAXED and enjoyed this little thing for me.
I'm going to have to do this again in a few weeks, lest I look like a half eye-lashed fool, which means I'm also going to have to be regularly intentional about self honor. I had to give up a few things to make it work in the mama budget, but this is good for me. I need some time to myself. I need to honor the work I've been doing to love and be loved. I don't want to, necessarily, because it's time consuming and raw, but this soul needed to sparkle a bit - just for me.
It's ok to take that time, to spend a little energy, some shells, honoring you. Find that sparkle that'll celebrate your self work all by yourself...and you'll want more.
Honor thyself.
