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How Do I Love Me? Let me count the ways…

It’s February and all things of the heart are in many of our thoughts.

To love is more than a feeling, it’s an action don’t you think? So let’s start at the core of where to show this love first. I am sure you guessed it to be yourself. Yes, you can stand in front of a mirror and state your desire to love yourself, but is that where it ends?

A few questions that may help you get better at self-love.Happy Valentine's Day

How do I take care of me?

How do I talk about me?

How do I think about me?

Do I treat me as well as my closest friend?

What can I do differently that would show me how important I am and that I do love the human that I am today, flaws and all?

Only a start but you get the idea.

Next is to think about those important people in your life and how you show them your love. We all experience love in many ways. Doing research you will find writings of the 4, 6 and 7 types of love. You may subscribe to any or all of them, but how your actions say “I love you” are individual and important. You get to decide this for yourself, as you are the expert of you!

I love my family very much and how I will choose to show that love will be in my actions and words. My sons live far from me and I always look for ways that can shorten the physical gap by how I show my feelings. My spouse is nearby so I get to be particularly creative in that department. 🙂

I love my mom and found many ways of showing it and withholding it over my life, I learned from the master.  I have made adjustments with her as I had learned better ways to love myself. My mom has untreated mental illness who, in her current mental state, cannot love herself enough to accept care from anyone in any form that she does not deem correct. Sad and unfortunate for her and those that love her.

The heart is a symbol of love and Valentine’s Day. At this time, after my mom’s recent stroke I can send a donation to “The Heart and Stroke Foundation” to aide in finding more ways to help those that suffer from it. I can also donate to our local “Mental Health Association” to help with continuing awareness of the disease that breaks the hearts of those who have a loved one that suffers.

We all have a choice in how we show our love, the important thing is to do so! Take a chance and do something special for someone else and do something equally loving for yourself. The more you put yourself on the top of that love list, the better human being you will become and the better our world will be!

To all of you who have taken the time to read this and to those who haven’t, ” I love you”. 

Warmly,

Tam

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Still I Rise – Maya Angelou, 1928 – 2014

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise I rise I rise.

 

From And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou. Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou. Reprinted by permission of Random House, Inc.

 

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