One of the most common critiques I receive from friends and people in general is that I should love myself more.
I honestly find this very hard to do. I don’t know why. I guess that being able to admit it is a baby step forward in order to reach this goal.
But I want to write this post in order to remind me something.
If you remember I complained two posts ago because I hadn’t received any message or mail from almost anybody in the office while I was sick. I still think that it is a bit disappointing, although at the end of the second last week someone wondered where I was.
I just have to thank my lead and my friend F. who were present for the whole sick spell. Thanks a lot!
I will for sure move a little bit less freely knowing that not everybody likes me like I like them, but that’s the history of my life.
However, when I went back into the office, I arrived to the 8 shift and I found a very colorful and full of cards desk, with welcoming messages. Later on I was presented with a wonderful plant.
Here is the picture:
So I thought that if I love myself at least a bit, I should be able to admit that I felt pampered, and maybe worth a bit since I received that sweet treatment.
There are a still a few bits and pieces I cannot place, but I will probably sooner or later.
For the rest, my toddler is feeling still a bit sick, and I hope against hope that my partner won’t fall next. I hate this year so much already.
I hope in a better February.
So what do you think?
Share in the comments with me!