I recently stumbled upon the works of poet Pablo Naruda. I’m usually not a reader of poetry, preferring my poetry in the form of music, but while reading an otherwise silly book, I stumbled across Naruda’s words and fell in love.
Love is a strange thing. When trying to define it, I immediately think of the extremes of first love, new love. Enduring, romantic, familiar, affectionate — all types of love.
The love I keep forgetting about is the love of self; not a conceited, narcissistic type of love, but the kind of love that gives you strength and peace.
“Self-care” is a word I heard a lot about in 2020, and holy cow but it’s important. It’s a shame it took an apocalyptic year to bring self-love to the forefront.
My goal in 2021 is to keep taking care of myself on a deeper level than upping my skincare game and enjoying a walk in the woods. I want to take care of my soul, feed it, nurture it, love it. With a strong spirit, seemingly insurmountable obstacles can be surpassed. I expect to get banged up and bruised along the way, but if I sit still and do nothing, how can I love anything — or anyone?
What is your fundamental goal for 2021?