🪷Like Someone Who Loves Me

a reminder poem for when I'm stuck in old mind patterns

What if I’m doing nothing wrong,
and no one’s mad at me?
(And even if they were, what if
it mattered not in the least?)

What if the threats I’m fending off
are only in my head?
What if I’m free to treat myself
like someone who loves me, instead?

because that is the case!

just an unbelievable sunset recently on the way home

(I was riding in the passenger seat and kept snapping photos, jaw dropped)

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In the Notebook

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