I am suddenly finding myself in conversation with friends about the subject of love. I believe in love but too often when placed as the centerpiece of a relationship, it fails to serve. There are many sorts of love, love for family, friends, lovers, and most importantly, self.
I think for the first time in my life I feel okay in my skin and that is the one love I have been waiting for all my life. I love the fact that I am getting older simply for the fact that I finally know myself enough to enjoy being me....genuinely, without all the mind chatter that makes you miserable.
I saw young women on the beach this past weekend, perfect bodies, controlled movements, controlled words, and nothing out of place and smile inside knowing I no longer need to be there. I am here in my less-than perfect body feeling just fine and finally tranquility swimming through my thoughts. I am here and don't need to be anything else. How forgiving such a place is.
As a side perk to being just me is seeing how easily people around me find it to be just themselves.