This may sound hopelessly cynical, but the concept of “self-love” has always seemed a little eyeroll-worthy to me. Maybe it just sounds too mushy. Maybe it conveys a sense of intimacy that doesn’t seem appropriate. I’m not sure.
Either way, that doesn’t mean it’s not a valid concept. I’m just uneasy about the semantics is all. The concept itself could swing either way; it could be healthy, or it could become overinflated, too big for its britches.
I’m not exactly ready to embrace “self-love”; it almost overwhelms my Aspergian emotional saturation point.
But the practice of self-warm-fuzzy isn’t necessarily an all-or-nothing deal. Life is not, after all, black and white. I’m learning to see beauty in the gray. Go me. 😉
I can break it down into baby steps, each one standing on its own and yet, building on the last.
I’ve mentioned self-acceptance before. There’s a prerequisite to that…
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