Learning to love myself was a process. A painful, messy, beautiful process that I am so profoundly happy that I went through. Looking at myself, doing the shadow work and healing my wounds was some of the hardest and best work I have ever done. Falling in love with myself and learning to treat myself in a loving manner took a large shift in mindset.
My love languages are solidly quality time and physical touch. That is how I interpret love from others but also how I show myself love. I spend quality time with myself, running, walking, writing, and baths are just some of the examples. I embrace physical touch through physical acts like running, walking, hiking, gardening, and washing my sheets and wiggling in between them focusing on how they feel on my skin. The most important relationship that I will ever have is with myself, yet it took me decades to understand and embrace that.
Gifts are not something that equate to love for me and they never have. For example, if you buy me flowers at the store I may appreciate them but it doesn’t feel like love to me, yet I do understand that it can be a loving act. If you pick me flowers, weeds, herbs or even grass then it equates to love for me. Mostly because it was meaningful time that you spent on me.
I felt her energy on mine and didn’t want to take the time or energy to tune in and determine why, so I just picked up the phone and called her. I wasn’t sure if she was thinking about me, talking about me or needing me.
She laughed as she picked up the phone, “ did you get vibes from me” she asked.
“I sure did” I answered back.
“Well, I made you something and I was writing you a note” she responded.
A couple of days later a box arrived at my house. As I walked back from the mailbox I got excited. I don’t typically like gifts, however I knew that she had made something. I opened the box and read the beautiful note. She was thanking me for coming into her life and supporting her spiritual and personal growth. I slowly and carefully unwrapped the glasses. She went to the store and bought the exact glasses that I love. I am highly sensitive to the way glasses feel on my lips as I drink out of them and will only drink out of specific types because it ruins the experience for me otherwise. People who are sensitive to energy are often sensitive to everything else also; sensations, foods, temperatures, medications and the list goes on. On one glass she had etched “These are my truths” with a dragonfly and on the second she had etched “Own your shit”. Both of these are statements that I make regularly. I don’t like gifts, they simply are not my love language however this gift spoke directly to my heart and was absolutely my love language.
