Sometimes I wonder why I consider myself ‘not worth it’ for myself…
There are many wonderful meals I could prepare at any time, and yet I almost always wait for company actually to make any of them…
There are loads of beautiful and exciting and wonderful spots to visit in my area, and yet I rarely pursue any of them without an accomplice…
Yes, it is wonderful to share things and experiences with others, the good- and the bad-feeling events…, but why do I never measure up as being worth going to do those wonderful things, to see those things that I want to see in the first place?
I declare confidently to the world that I am worth it, whatever the situation, and yet my actions show that something within me believes that I am only worth it when it comes to other people… never for myself.
But why?
I don’t have an answer or solution… and I’m not sure I need one, either… I just wonder about it sometimes…
Post-a-day 2018
