Love Myself?

Love yourself. Ya. Sounds good, but lately when it's quiet and I put my ear to the ground in my mind all I hear is a drumbeat of embarrassment..

*why*the*hell*did*i*do*that*

Little things like first impressions, twirpy things I thought were funny, and bone headed mistakes that altered my entire life path. Even now, in a time when I quite literally have to focus on every letter of every word I say, I come up with thoughtless statements that would be appropriate 30 years ago... When I was 7. Is that my inner child? Distracted, impulsive, insecure, goofy little Dan? And If those are core parts of me, inherited or learned, shaping my life since I was a small boy, am I supposed to love that?

These are the questions I want to consider next time I get upset at someone for acting according to their nature. Maybe Im getting mad at someone's inner child. Maybe loving myself can teach me how to be more kind to others.