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Self-love with a coffee flavor
How to love yourself?
Nowlove of selfIt became, literally, a fix idea!
Many coaches and gurus say:"Love yourself, love yourself and everything will work out in life!"
But how to do that?
We were not taught to love ourselves, on the contrary, since childhood we have in every way belittled the dignity and even small, but our, personal, achievements.
Where to start?
The first step towards self-love, I began by honestly admitting that I adore coffee.
If you only knew how many times I fought with myself and with my attachment to this drink!
Dozens of times!
I told myself that coffee is bad for health and that I am the mistress of my life, and therefore I cannot allow any brown water to dominate my desires and thoughts!
I suffered, went into depression, went crazy with the smell of coffee, which came from every corner, but was proud to train my willpower.
Strength of will…
What a sweet word. How many neurosis occurred after someone started to train willpower. Sometimes we struggle with ourselves, with our individuality, and then we pay for it.
The latest stupidity was my struggle with coffee, which lasted all week, and on the weekend I went to a restaurant and drank a treasured cup, incredibly proud of myself. I was able to survive another week, despite the fact that there is an excellent coffee maker in the nightstand, I could, I overpowered myself.
Did I love myself then?
And what do you think?
I loved my willpower, I loved my pride,I loved everything, anything, but not myself ...
Because, I fought with my uniqueness, with my peculiarity, which was a part of me. One cup of coffee a day would never harm my health, but my mind was blinded by me, and I continued day after day in a meaningless struggle with myself.
Then one day I woke up and realized that I did not love myself.
I drive myself into the “Procrustean Lodge” because of some false beliefs.
I do not love myself so much that I don’t give the most dear to me a person to enjoy what is so important to him.
Is it love?
In my opinion, this is torture.
Does the executioner love the victim he is torturing? No! So why did I become an executioner for myself? Why did I do this?
This thought turned my life around, and I went straight to the nightstand and pulled out a coffee maker.
I love coffee! I love to drink it from a big mug, with sugar and whipped milk, and also sprinkled with ground cinnamon!
Just ground and brewed, the coffee stood before me in a snow-white porcelain cup and rested. His delicious foam lavished on her fragrance, and tiny bubbles burst on her, setting the pace for the beautiful day of my new life, in whichI loved myself, all your features, uniqueness, your whole personality!
With wrinkles at the edges of the eyes, because I love to laugh, just laugh with all my might!
With a face without a shadow of makeup, because I do not like all this chemistry on me. With naughty hair that will curl despite all my efforts and products of cosmetic companies.All of myself, the way I am.
That day over a cup of your favorite drinkI painted what I like to eat, drink and do.
And now I try to bring these things into my life as often as possible.
And everything really got better!
After all, all my actions bring me joy and pleasure, there are no thoughts in my head that destroy me, and as you know, the Universe responds to such positive thinking and gives a person the opportunity to enjoy life even more.
This article reflects only the opinion of the author on this issue and does not apply to topics related to damage to health: smoking, alcohol and drugs.