progress, or everyone should hug themselves for fifteen minutes a day

i just had the most amazing night singing with someone,
i really let my heart open it seems
and i fell in love with myself,
and then i went to my room and my boyfriend was busy,
and so i did some yoga stretches
which turned into me just hugging myself,
it was amazing and i had an ephiphany.
i called myself ‘baby’, a word my partner and i never use for each other,
and i told myself it’s all ok,
and i was so truly comforted by it, as a baby, and then also really saw myself as a baby who has grown into this body, so awkwardly, so scaredly and resistantly, with such sharp, painful fear of confusion, into this body,
and i just held myself, i held myself,
i could see how i could feel so safe in my own arms,
and love myself, and comfort myself
and yet i could also see how much i couldn’t let go,
what i didn’t trust to give to anyone anymore,
not even to myself,
and that was so interesting to me,
because for how then can i expect or desire to let go into someone else first?
wow, WOW, it has to be me, to feel the love, to feel loved
i just hugged myself and had a true ‘ness’ of loving myself, it felt so very new and fresh

i have just started seeing a hypnotherapist, i had my initial consultation,
and he asked me how i felt as a child, praises and repremands,
and what i would have changed,
what i would do now if i could,
and what i wanted from hypnotherapy.
i didn’t know how to answer all his questions,
i found them very difficult,
and gave him many wordy answers.

then, earlier today, i realised what it was
that i needed to say,
and that was that,
what i wanted from the hynotherapy was,
that i wanted to feel loved,
and more specifically,
that i wanted to trust that my partner loved me.
But really, it is really, really that,
i want to feel loved.
let me feel that feeling.
i can’t believe i got it from myself,
from connected with myself,
through opening up,
through singing,
just a magical connection that happened spontaneously,
after all the worry, the worrying,
the forced attempts at beauty,
and then,
chloe,
it happens.

a drum&bass version ‘my girl’ is playing in the background from a summer party down the road, and it sounds as though everyone there is singing along.

Thank you for opening me up to myself.

Yesterday, i slapped myself in the face, and punched myself on the head and face, i beat and flogged myself with fists and a bunch of keys, i scratched myself and wept and wept, for not being able to love myself.

Today I have sung into myself and met a person who i am scared of, scared for, and who i want to love, and who i feel i can offer ultimate and infinite comfort toward.
it is me, who is the great teacher, the great protector.

And this,
is Progress.

mensiversaries

six months ago tonight i played to you and you played to me

i could barely look into your eyes as you sang of falling in love.
six months ago we did that.

we have broken up one, two, three, four, five times at least since then. o love have mercy on us! eternally deciding. right now you are playing an computer game you used to love that you found in a charity shop today.
i am discovering beautiful new music and being inspired by the internet world – a rare thing. you say hey sweet to me and press your hands to your heart, and invite me to play with you.
i totally love you so much. i am very happy to be with you.
happy mensiversary xxx