1. I love the color of my eyes. No big reason. I just do.
2. I love my tattoos. I donāt have a huge number. But they all are important to me in some small or large way.
3. I love being able to write well. This little post might not prove it, but I am proud of the way I write. Iām proud of my stories and my poetry. I enjoy creating it so much.
4. I love that when I do something I generally try my best and usually thatās pretty good. Whether it be work or play I have some skills. Unless itās sports. I have no sport skill whatsoever.
5. I love that I can make scones and such. Yummy.
6. I love that Iām loyal. Befriend me and Iāll be there for you no matter what. It takes a lot for me to back away from a friendship and I only do it if I feel I have a good reason, which is rare.
7. I love that I enjoy quiet time. I like and usually need some time to myself, to think, to journal, to tune the world out. It usually puts me in a happier place. Itās comfortable.
8. I love that I went to college and earned a degree. I may not be working in the field of my degree but Iām proud I achieved it.
9. I love that Iāve done things outside of my comfort zone. I hate heights; I crossed the Capilano Suspension Bridge (twice, technically). Iām a bit introverted; I worked as an activity director for close to eight years. Just two examples.
10. I love that Iām compassionate. I care about people and often I care deeply. When I worked in memory care I constantly took those folks home in my heart. I hated to lose them and during my time there so many people passed. I wanted them to all be well again but I knew to accept them for people, people who needed help in different ways, people who needed to feel needed. It had me so up and down and emotionally drained I eventually needed to move on. But I think of them constantly still.
So, thereās my ten. It was pretty hard to keep going after a few. Itās so easy for me to name things I dislike about myself. I wish it were the same for things I love about myself. That, as ever, is a work in progress.