As you probably know, I have very few “personal” posts.
If you like this one, you could try reading few others: My scribbles.
Here’s something I wrote about “Loving myself”. Do let me know if you like it or relate to it.
I love being me and I am happy that I love being in my own company.
I read, I walk, I play, I even talk aloud or sing as I work through my task list.
Sometimes there is a silence, only I can hear.
At other times my thoughts racing to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
I reach my destinations, I plan, I achieve.
I discover myself just sitting here in my quiet place looking out to the sea.
I find happiness in small things.
Scrubbing the taps till they shine,
dusting away the cobwebs,
making that comical masterpiece
or making the perfect tea.
At times, I go through old photographs. A window to my past.
A glimpse of what I have been and my journey with friends and family.
I am happy that in a peace, known and yet new, I will always have “me” with me.
With love from me,