This Will Be the Year I Fall in Love With Myself

This is the year I’m going to fall in love. I don’t just know it in my heart. I know it in my bones. This is the year that I will finally understand what it means to be infinitely in love and consumed by the enormity of it. I don’t just know it in my gut. I know it in my soul. 

This is the year I’m going to fall in love with all I’ve ever known. I will fall in love with the pieces of me I have been collecting all of these years. I will arrange them in some pattern, or maybe no pattern at all, and I will fall in love with the unevenness of it all. 

I will fall in love with the pieces of me I have been collecting all of these years.

This is the year I’m going to fall in love with the darkness I used to hide inside the gaps in my life. I will fall in love with the brokenness and the parts I have healed over time. I will stare into the blackness until stars are born.

This is the year I’m going to fall in love with the simplicity of the moment without romanticizing what comes next. I will fall in love with the present and learn to be content with it. I will see the beauty in the second I am living in without always daydreaming about something more. 

This is the year I’m going to fall in love. I don’t just know it in my heart. I know it in my bones. This is the year that I will know how it feels to be a lover and what it means to be beloved. I don’t just know it in my gut. I know it in my soul. 

This is the year I’m going to fall in love, and I plan to do it slowly, daily and with care. Every morning, I’ll smile at the vulnerable face I meet in the mirror. I will write love letters to her, and I will forgive her for the times I didn’t think she was enough. 

I’ll smile at the vulnerable face I meet in the mirror…and I will forgive her for the times I didn’t think she was enough. 

This is the year I’m going to fall in love with the fears and the doubts that cloud my crowded heart. I will invite pain to dinner and sleep next to my ego. I will hug my indecision and kiss my cynicism on the cheek before I go to sleep. I’ll befriend the part of me that for too long told me I wasn’t worthy. 

This is the year I’m going to fall in love with the world that I created. I will fall in love with the universe that pulled me up while I fell and tumbled and rose. I will fall madly, deeply and ferociously in love with the foundation that I built out of tears and sweat and hope. 

This is the year I’m going to fall in love. I don’t just know it in my heart. I know it in my bones. This is the year that I will understand true love by acknowledging that it’s always been within me. I don’t just know it in my gut. I know it in my soul. 

This is the year I’m going to take bigger chances, allow for romances and let life unfold the way my story was always supposed to be told. This is the year I’m going to say yes to more of what sparks a fire in my belly and say no to what makes me run in a hurry. This is the year I will let myself be. 

This is the year I’m going to say yes to more of what sparks a fire in my belly and say no to what makes me run in a hurry.

This is the year I won’t ignore when I am tired or lonely. This is the year that I will speak my truth, ask for help and not apologize for being myself. This is the year that I will do less by doing more of what I’ve always wanted to do. This is the year I will fall in love. Would you like to fall with me?

This is the year I fall in love with myself, over and over again. I know it won’t be easy, and I know some days it won’t feel like I am lovable at all. By I promise to try, again and again. I will invest in myself and guard my time. I will claim the dreams I know are mine. 

But I won’t rush it, no. Just like the best love stories, I want to go slow. I want to get to know the parts I used to ignore and build up the pieces that deserve to sparkle a little more. I will rest when I feel called, and I will jump in when doors are opened. I will trust, let go and cherish every second of it.

This is the year I fall in love with myself—with every sharp edge and bashful hope. This is the year I bloom. The year I unravel my truth. The year I rise. The year I thrive. This is the year I become by simply choosing to love who I already am. 

I love you already. I truly do.

Share the love this Valentine’s Day with the Darling Conversation Cards. Every card has question prompts for you and your loved ones to enrich your relationships with deeper dialogue. Perhaps even send one to yourself!

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