Loving Myself: A New Frontier

When I reflect back to what loving myself has looked like over the years, I imagine a game of hopscotch on the blacktop of the playground.

Hopping on the squares that are comfortable and acceptable. But careful to avoid landing on the forbidden lines that reveal my many imperfections.

This is my frontier. Loving myself.

I LOVE to love others. But I want to grow in learning to receive love . . . especially from myself.

I want to stop playing games. I want to stop avoiding those places that feel too risky.

As I consent to the process. As I make choices to journey further in and higher up. I find myself caught by a question that has risen in me.

In 1 Corinthians 13:4-7, from The Passion Translation, we read:

“Love is large and incredibly patient.

Love is gentle and consistently kind to all.

It refuses to be jealous when blessing comes to someone else.

Loves does not brag about one’s achievements nor inflate its own importance.

Love does not traffic in shame and disrespect, nor selfishly seek its own honor.

Love is not easily irritated or quick to take offense.

Love joyfully celebrates honesty and finds no delight in what is wrong.

Love is a safe place of shelter for it never stops believing the best of others.

Love never takes failure as defeat, for it never gives up.”

The question I am asking myself is this: Does this apply to loving ourselves as well?

As I sit and reflect on this thought, I wonder if you might want to sit with it too.

  • Do I allow space for me or do I continually fill others?
  • Am I patient with myself or do I expect perfection?
  • Do I celebrate myself or dismiss myself to protect others?
  • Do I speak kindly of myself or shame myself for my mistakes?
  • Do I allow myself grace and permission to learn?
  • Do I embrace all parts of me, even those places that are unfinished?
  • Do I see that I am worth fighting for?

“In a society that says, ‘Put yourself last,’, self-love and self-acceptance are almost revolutionary.”

Brené Brown