The other day I wrote myself a love note. I was feeling a little down and I needed a pick-me-up. It was simple really, and it only took me about 10 minutes. I hardly thought about it either before or after I wrote it.
When I shared it with someone a few hours later she just looked at me with a dead-pan serious stare and said That is the most beautiful piece you have ever written. Im stunned. I was a little taken aback at the power and plainness of her statement and it inspired me to read it again more slowly. Then I was stunned.
I had never read words both so commanding and so tender all at the same time. When I shared it with others they thought it was the most beautiful note to have been written to me by someone else. But I had written this to myself?! As I read the love note again the words felt absolutely true at the deepest levels of awareness and understanding. But where had they come from so unbidden? What was happening in my life that I could write them so easily and so fluidly without thinking or pausing?
Then it struck me for years now I have been actively and aggressively cultivating self-awareness, self-empathy, and compassionate...