How much can I love myself here?
The question to which I keep returning.
In this moment, how much love can I summon for myself?
What does loving myself look like in this moment?
While cooking dinner, while having trouble taking a deep breath in, while nursing my daughter, while having anxious thoughts, while feeling like I did something wrong…
In this moment, without changing a thing, how much love can I cultivate for myself?
This journey is one I am proud for my daughter to witness.