I wish I had everything figured out.
Money - solved
Mood - glowy
Shape - 10/10
Writing - profound
Family - only smiling
Life - pristine
This would have been the Season Finale I expected.
Then I could finally Love Myself.
Things are still complicated.
I’m yet to find a job, don’t sleep well because of stress, even Fall came too early.
I tried my best.
I’m still not perfect.
Is it time to accept who I am?
With flaws, mood swings, and that stubborn belly fat?
Even the money…
Maybe I could not think about it, just for a short while, and hug myself with love?
I don’t want a happy ending.
I want a journey, a ride, an adventure.
There will be ups.
Just as many downs.
That’s the fabric of Life, that’s being human.
Drop the expectation for days to be Perfect.
Dismiss the voice saying you’re not worth love, unless...
You’re cute.
You’re loveable.
I am.
It’s all fine baby.
We’re gonna make it through.
I will.
You’re strong.
You’re beautiful.
You’re smart.
You’re courageous.
You’re funny.
You’re adventurous.
You’re kind.
You’re lovely.
I am.
Perfectly Imperfect
Love, Bartosz