for some reason, i was remembering the early days of practicing a new belief – one that said i had worth + value.

one of the ideas i used was that of a baby. of course a baby had worth + value. it seemed inherent. it seemed obvious. it was impossible for me to think of anything that could happen in that baby’s life that would take away their inherent worth + value.

i have a very logical + analytical mind, so it was impossible to deny that the same would also apply to me. my mind could see that it was true, even if i couldn’t feel, didn’t know, the truth of it in my body just yet.

while our bodies + minds may change, i do think we carry all the versions of us that ever were somewhere deep inside, even if it’s only as a long-forgotten memory. i think of how mothers see their babies in their grown-up children; i think of how i see my little puppy in my giant 11 year old atlas; and i wonder how we ever forget that we are still that tiny wondrous perfectly whole + complete human who wants to be – and is worthy of being – loved. especially (even) by our very own self.

may we always + ever come back to this, no matter how many times we forget.