What makes us lovable?

Our dharma teacher tonight spoke on the topic of shame and how it's the base emotion that escalates conflict. She talked about how shame separates us from others. It puts us on the margins. It triggers the self-referencing mind. Shame keeps us from loving and accepting ourselves for who we are. Sometimes, shame keeps us in the hustle of continuously trying to fix ourselves. It's only when we let go of the desire to constantly improve that we can begin to learn how to love ourselves for exactly who we are.

What makes us lovable?

The work promotion? The personal record in a marathon? The graduate degree? The perfectly hosted dinner? 112 likes on an IG photo?

No, none of those things.

What makes us lovable are the human moments and experiences of imperfection.

Finding peanut butter in our hair.
Waking up late for work.
Saying the awkward thing.
Tripping over our own feet.
Singing the wrong words to a song.
Spilling coffee on our white shirts.

These are the things that make us lovable.

Let go of shame to see just how perfect you already are.


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