leslieism

A negative Nazi invaded my life, at birth, and has been ruling over me and dominating my self-worth.  One week ago, while attending a “boy band” concert, I found liberation.  I am free to love myself and that power will never be taken from me again.

All week long, I have been wanting to blog about the concert.  I wanted to share how I felt like a perv because I thought the “boys” in the ‘boy band’ were hot…..although, they did have tatoos and I have decided that tatoos equal “old enough”.  I wanted desperately to describe the humorous situation involving breast milk leaking from best friend’s chest.  I wanted to express how I felt while dancing and singing with my daughter at her first concert and how I teared up when she told me I was her role model.  I wanted to write about all of this and document what was quite possibly the best night of my life.  The best night of my life however, was encompassed by fear and despair as I searched for a solution to an evolving problem.  The empowerment I felt when I deleted the issue at hand by elucidating my quandary, contributed to a short-term-revelation-writer’s block.

I couldn’t sit down and write because I was stuck in an epiphany for the last 7 days and I just now fully grasp the entire meaning…of life…..of my life.

I’m going to skip the details and get straight to my epiphany:  I love myself, I’m proud of myself, I forgive myself, I trust myself, I’m excited for myself, I believe in myself and most importantly…I must reiterate, I love myself.

Can YOU say these things about yourself??  If not, do it right now.  Take back your power….own yourself.

I have come a long way my friends and yet, I still allowed one person to occupy my thoughts and my heart, digressing my spiritual progress. I have finally taken back my power that I believed I couldn’t fully possess, from that person…..and now I feel a new serenity. Not only have I freed myself to love myself, but I have freed myself to love the other person as well.

Most importantly, I freed myself to enjoy a most memorable evening with my child and allowed myself to laugh my ‘laugh-so-hard-I-snort’ laugh, while my best friend had to squeeze out her breast milk in a bathroom, during a ‘boy-band’ concert.  Think of how much joy we ignore when we don’t own ourselves.