What Does My Best Life Look Like?


I am writing this on a bench at the river walk. I intended my visit to be for journaling and reading poetry. I realized I forgot a writing utensil. Luckily, there was a green crayon, perfectly perched upon a rock. Serendipity.

Today, I have taken great care of myself. I can feel a plethora of love for my being, although I don’t know where it was resting. Sometimes, I think I am borderline obsessed with myself. Then again, why not? I spend the majority of my time with me, anyhow. It’s the better side of it to be on, I think.

Other days, I do not show up for myself—no explanation needed. I become too involved with myself in terms of anxiety, over-thinking, and self-destruction. Don’t I know the trees stand firm and still connect to all other being?

Why am I not aggressively pursuing the incredible life I know I am capable and deserving of having?

In my best life, I am the love of my life. I am my best friend, and I treat myself as such. I care for myself alike to the ways of anyone I have ever loved. I am patient and understanding in my own faults. I am forgiving and compassionate. Not only for others, but also for myself. I show up with unconditional love, and act as a being of such.

When you behave from a place of wild love, you give others permission to do so. Besides, it is never too late to be exactly who you want to be in this achingly, beautiful life.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: