I need sunshine – A look at self-worth

I need sunshine – and wind – and water – and movement. These things keep me in the moment and present in my body. Which is essential when I experience the following.

My life is full of this aching discomfort at being vulnerable, of reaching out to people and being rejected or ignored. Being ignored hurts worse, by the way. It’s reinforcing the insecurity that whatever I am, I am not enough – for if I was, then I would be worth a response.

Which isn’t the case at all, and it’s a bold-faced lie.

am enough. There will be those who don’t see my value, and/or don’t have the capacity for that which I offer.

And that’s okay.

How hard is that to say?

Really effing hard!!

I want to scream and writhe on the floor in embarrassment for putting myself out there in the first place, or for holding on hope (for that’s what it is… Or insanity, depends on how you look at it) that this person (whomever it is) would care enough about me to reach back out to me. Whether it be a business contact, a personal friend, or even a family member.

Then I start into the, “If they cared enough about me… if I was worth enough to them. Clearly I’m not worth anything or they would’ve reached out to me. Clearly – clearly.”

Clearly, whomever had bigger problems going on in their life and this whole situation probably isn’t about me. It’s probably bad timing and a general dissonance between my expectations and what they’re capable of.

But that doesn’t reflect my worth. My worth cannot be defined by these interactions. My worth is an entire lifetime of experiences. How can you put an entire lifetime into a single text or email?

You can’t. Which is one of the many reasons it’s bogus and a lie.

TL;DR Your worth is defined by your lifetime, not a singular experience. And the movement of sunshine and nature helps to keep these things in perspective for me. 

When have you struggled with self-worth? What did you do? Would love to hear from you in the comments!


I believe in love and softness

I believe in love.

I believe in that feeling you get when you wake up where you roll over and snuggle in with a slow smile.

I believe in a gaze with electricity. The one that says, “You and I. We connect. There’s something here.”

I believe in softness.

I believe in the shirt that clings to the soft spots and invites a touch.

I believe in mussy hair that shows the experience is more important than the appearance.

I believe in touch.

I believe in fingertips that wander gently – savoring a feel rather than looking for a destination.

I believe that skin can communicate more than words.

I believe in resonance.

I believe that souls hum when they encounter another they recognize.

I believe that romance comes through thoughtful expression – not a cliche.

I believe that feeling love reminds us that we’re alive, and keeps what’s important in perspective.

What do you believe in?