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8 Steps You Need To Take In Order To Love Yourself First
By Samuel Leighton-Dore

  1. Stop caring about how you look.

Yes, we live in a society obsessed with beauty. There’s no two ways about it. We’re raised to admire beautiful people: successful actors and models with dimpled grins, defined waists, and toned arses. As a result, we inherently associate our perceptions of attractiveness with success and happiness.
If we’re to truly love ourselves, we mustn’t allow the way we look to define our personal value. It can’t be our sole “calling card” for love, sex, or relationships. It can’t be what dictates our worthiness of joy or family or a promotion at work. Think about it: the people who know and love us the most really couldn’t care less about our weight, skin tone, or hairstyle.
So why then do we continue suffering at the manicured hand of some self-imposed criteria for beauty?
If we really want love — the kind that lasts — we must first hold our pride in what we do, not how we look. We must hold it in our ability to write beautiful words, or paint striking paintings, or explore creatively that for which we’re passionate. These are qualities a future date will remember. It won’t be the dress or the shoes or the shade of your lipstick. Trust me. It will be the passion in your voice.

  1. Let go.

If we’re to redefine the love in our lives, we must first attempt to reconcile previous experiences of heartache. We tend to carry around the tiny fragments of failed relationships, folded up neatly in our breast pockets. We let them weigh us down; allow their judgement to dictate our confidence, their disappointment to taint our optimism.
Here’s the deal: we’ve all been hurt. We’ve all been let down. We’ve all had that someone who didn’t message back, or stood us up on a date, or treated our hearts like monkey-meat. We’ve all been left feeling exposed and vulnerable and weak, our trust abused and our egos bruised. We can’t resent these feelings, for that would be handing them more power than they deserve. That would be handing them our futures.
We need to forgive. We need to move on. We need to let go.

  1. Win yourself over.

You’re an absolute 100% drop-dead catch, so don’t you dare treat yourself otherwise. You might need to occasionally remind yourself, surprise yourself, woo yourself. Bowl yourself over with your thoughtful ways.
I’m talking about buying your favorite tub of ice cream and hiding it in the back of the freezer, only to be rediscovered on a rainy day, when you know that you’ll need it most. Or grabbing yourself that bunch of flowers from the farmer’s market, and realizing that even though they’re temporary, you deserve their color and beauty in your day.
Why not take a weekend class? Learn how to do yoga, or speak french, or play the acoustic guitar. Then write an acoustic song in French, and sing it to yourself in the downward dog.
You can’t rely on future lovers treating you to the specialties of life. Lovers are great, but they’re fundamentally uncertain in a way that your joy shouldn’t be. They’re not to be counted on for something as crucial as personal happiness. They can’t be the source. It has to come from you first.
So do whatever makes you feel good, even — and especially — when you don’t.

  1. Don’t compare yourself.

Life’s not a race. Love’s not a race. Stop competing.
Yes, what’s-her-name might be in a longterm relationship and kicking major goals at work, while you’re still single as hell and stuck in a minimum wage job. Who cares? Life has a funny way of evening out in the end, it just takes everyone a different amount of time. Chill.
Remember, she’s is probably looking at your life and wishing she had the same level of independence and freedom. The grass is always greener. It’s important to enjoy your own pasture, safe in the knowledge that it’ll grow and thrive at its own pace.

  1. Build strong friendships.

Being in a relationship really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s not going to define who you are, where you go, or what you achieve. You know what will? The people you choose to surround yourself with in day-to-day life. The love and support of beautiful like-minded friends can’t be undervalued. Carrie would’ve been nothing without the company of Samantha, Miranda, and Charlotte. Let’s be honest, the audience was never invested in Mr. Big. He was just a cameo.
Men didn’t carry the show — the friendships did.
So build yourself an intelligent, bashful, sharp-witted support cast — and feel content knowing that the show will go on regardless.

  1. Get healthy.

This isn’t about the way you look; it’s about the way you feel. Try swapping the rush of wine for the rush of endorphins. Rediscover the beauty of hangover-free Sunday mornings. Sit in the sun, read the newspaper, form educated opinions on politics, drink a green smoothie, take a spin class, stock up on chia seeds and kale and goji berries and free-range eggs.
Let yourself be that annoying, overtly ‘together’ person — the one with the inner glow. Why? Because you deserve it. Really.

  1. Travel alone.

There’s nothing quite as empowering as getting completely lost in a foreign country by yourself. You should work hard in a shitty job for six months, not go out on weekends, save what little money you can, and buy yourself a plane ticket to somewhere you’ve never been. Wake up and know that you have nowhere to be, no deadlines to meet, and nobody to see. Turn your phone off. See the local attractions. Walk everywhere. Ask strangers for directions. Try a cocktail you can’t pronounce. Smile for no reason.
Let yourself become totally disconnected from the world as you know it — and realize that time moves on regardless, that you’re okay by yourself.

  1. Know what you deserve.

It’s corny, but true:

“We only accept the love we think we deserve.”

You deserve someone who loves you the next morning, when your hair’s in knots and your mascara’s smudged. You deserve someone who remembers the way you take your coffee, and buys it for you when you’re caught in the sweaty grips of a hangover. You deserve someone who takes the time to learn all your insecurities, and why exactly you have them. You deserve someone who doesn’t judge you for them, someone who loves you regardless — someone who offers up assurance, not through their words, but through their actions. You deserve someone who thinks your arse is the perfect shape, and loves the slight dimple in your thigh, and strokes that stubborn roll of winter-laziness fat — because you have flaws, and so do they.
You deserve someone who makes you feel beautiful, someone who makes you feel special. You deserve to be someone’s first priority.
And in good time, chances are that you’ll find that person.

But for now, that person has to be you.

Because you need to love yourself most today,
Stace

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I am James………

James Worthy smiles while holding up his Lakers jersey in 1982, the year the Lakers selected him out of North Carolina with the first pick in the NBA draft.


There was a time in middle-ish school (I’m horrendous when it comes to recalling any dates, other than my children’s birthdays….) that the goofy boys in our class started a word-association language all their own.

They would try and converse using associations so the girls and teachers within earshot wouldn’t catch on to their ridiculousness. Yeah, total goofballs.

As I have always been proud of my sports knowledge, I was particularly proud the day I cracked one of their codes. It wasn’t THAT hard. They kept using “James” when referring to themselves in regards to women and their test grades, in that order.

“We aren’t James…..”

First time I heard it I knew……the number one NBA draft pick in 1982……James……WORTHY.

They WEREN’T James, that’s for damn sure. They spent more time concocting sentences to use those word associations than they did on their grades or girls.

I actually had this memory come to me tonight as I’m in deep reflection this week. There are days that are just so full of bs and challenges that I wonder if I’m doing the right thing anymore. Making the right choices.

Am I James?

Where do these tough, no-nonsense, cut-you-out-of-their-life-at-first-screw-up- people get that edge? Is it a gene? Is it an invisible shield? Was there a sale on Emotional Armor at Target and I missed it? A Diagon Alley-esque trinket they carry in their purse or pocket? Or is it a facade??

You know what I mean…that trait that separates the weak from The (seemingly) STRONG. Emotional strength. Being able to cut off people when they need to be cut off. Yea….I don’t have that gene.

I will give you 75 chances to hurt me. Lunacy? Probably. Are you James? That’s your question to answer. I’ll see something good in someone and I’ll hold on to that MF’in glimpse-of-goodness like it’s the last pocket of oxygen on earth. I want to think that everyone has the same kind of heart that I do. That is my weakness. They don’t.

I refuse to let go and let people get what they deserve. I’m a nurse, I try to save people. But, Maybe, it’s time for me to start believing that, at 52.5 years——————I AM JAMES.

YOU are James, too.

Let’s not forget it. Let’s not let each other forget it. Not now, not ever. We are worthy of Love, Acceptance, Kindness, Peace, Happiness and all that is good in the world. People can only suck the life out of us if we hand them the straw.

Tell your people that you love them so often that it almost seems weird.

Can anyone really hear that enough these days? Sprinkle it everywhere. Love.

And, next time you spot that sale on visceral armor at Target, let this girl know.

Love,

Stace

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Perception


“Perception.” To refer to it, I wanted to make sure I had the definition correct in my head. So, of course, I Googled it. There were many sub definitions of “Perception”. I’m going to go with the “psychology, zoology” (?!) definition here: “The neurophysiological processes, including memory, by which an organism becomes aware of and interprets external stimuli.”

Primal perception. How we, as a living, breathing, feeling person absorb something, anything, external and manifest it in our mind and/or soul.

You can look at the same exact picture every morning at 6:59 am for 5 days straight. It may make you feel elation and joy for 3 days in a row and then indifference on the 4th day. Repulsion by the 5th. Why? Why do we vacillate? Why are we “all over the map” when the landscape hasn’t changed at all?

One reason we perceive the way we do is because of experience. Connections. They say that smell is our strongest sense that can directly associate stimuli to an emotion:

“Smells get routed through your olfactory bulb, which the smell-analyzing region in your brain. It’s closely connected to your amygdala and hippocampus, brain regions that stimulate memory and emotion.”

I completely agree with this and can tell you, without hesitation, that there is certain fabric softener scent that takes me back to a very happy place in my youth. ❤️

But I digress… In the here and now, are we really giving our external stimuli the clean slate it/they individually deserve? Or are we immediately evaluating it/them based on our experience with something/someone else?

Please don’t confuse this with “learning from your mistakes” or “paying heed to red flags” because I thoroughly believe in both. I’m simply referring to being Open. Yes, I capitalize important words and this is an important one for me. Are we Open to the opportunities and people that come into our life? Open to paths we never considered before someone else showed us the way? Or, are we so firm and staunch in our path that we aren’t paying attention anymore?

Be mindful of your perceptions and try being Open. It may bring you joy in unexpected places, like the fabric softener aisle.

Love yourself more tonight,
Stace

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Reposting—An Oldie But Goodie

OCTOBER 2, 2017 BY STACE

Rewiring

Why is it that I look for (and expect now) the most challenging situations to engage in?

The mind continues to search for the comfort of the familiar. The heart follows suit and breaks in the same patterns, but more pieces, than the previous time. Why don’t we learn from the past and pay attention to the flags? No one is perfect, but there are certainly some that are sweeter than others. When that sweet one comes around, are we re-wire-able? Can we learn to accept the sweet when we are so used to the challenging?

There is a lovely tale of the person who gives too much.

“……She is kind beyond your worth because she sees in you what you cannot. She gives you more than most have or will, not because she wants a return, but because she respects you and thinks you deserve it. She is not naïve, she has been hurt badly before. Regardless, she gives her love fully. But, when she’s decided that the traits she thought she saw in you aren’t there anymore? She will turn and walk away, wishing the best for you but knowing there’s also better for her………”

But……if there’s a sweet one who appreciates her and cares for her, can she accept them? What does that scenario look like when she’s used to walking away?

I still believe in the partners. I believe in the happiness that comes from taking care of someone because you want to, not HAVE to. I believe in the inside jokes and the secret ass grabbing.

Getting someone. Them getting you back.

I also know that there is no greater feeling, almost super power like, than someone beside you that cares as much for your success and smile as you do for theirs.

Do not ever be ashamed to love with all that you are. Give 110% and be proud that you do it.

Some day, and it’s coming, you will feel it coming back to you.❤️

Stace

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My Baby

I have been an author for as long as I can remember. A romantic to the core, I ultimately find my greatest pleasure in making everyone else’s life easier and happy. Sometimes this comes at my own expense. Giving and giving without any refilling can ultimately exhaust you, not to mention your emotional and financial resources.

My children are my greatest achievement and their happiness will always be my medal. Their successes are theirs, alone, and my only care is that they succeed in living their authentic self. Giving to them is my motherly duty and I love them wholly. Their father and I chose to bring them into this world.

Now……
My happiness is no longer on the back burner. I continue to fight the “guilt guidelines” I was raised by to reach my personal goals in life and love.

Opening this site is like an uncorking of a shaken champagne. It will be full of stories, ideas, misses and gains. Some will be raw and some may be cold. There is a line of nature vs nurture here. There is a line of faith vs religion here as well. I have met so many souls along this journey, so many have inspired me and so many have taught me lessons.

Love your self more today,

Stace

Doing the hard work first…..learning to love yourself before setting up your online profile.

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We have heard it a zillion times from half as many sources…..we must love ourself before we are ever capable of truly loving another.

Seems so simple…”I like my hair today…my bank account is pretty good…..I don’t have many creditors calling me….I am a good parent”. Wherever we are with our goals in life, our own evaluations. Surface, obvious acceptance = “self love.” Maybe? But let’s get real, here.

Do we look at this task of “learning to self love” as a checklist of what a potential partner might be looking for or are we actually taking a hard look at loving the person in the mirror? The whole person, beautiful flaws and all? Loving ourself for the reason of loving ourself, not as a step to finding love with someone else. Investing in ourselves first.

The dating apps today make us all so dispensable. Knowing that you’re not only being judged by your “cover pic”, “profile content”and the texted responses before you ever meet a person is not for those faint of heart. Texting has replaced the old “first date.” Void of emotion, the words on the screen represent everything about you. Blah blah blah. When you’ve lost interest? You can just delete the other person and move on. No need to say a word. Gone. Ghosted.

I have a few good guy friends who share dating woes with me. I’ve seen my “competition” on the apps, pictures that are enticing and salacious, the above the head angle with the cleavage. Filters galore. I may or may not have posted some of these as well, but, it was advertising in the game. Does anyone post a picture of themself right out of bed in the am? Hell no. Made up, boobs up, staged pictures, some of these are professionally taken. Posts of people with celebrities or better looking friends….why? What are we trying to connect with and why do we think the truth won’t come out? I know that there are people out there who only want to text and talk. That’s ok if that’s all that you want, too.

Believe me, I’m writing about my own experiences. Many friends have shared their experiences as well. Jilted, led on, catfished (really wtf is the purpose of that?!)…it’s happened to everyone and we’ve wasted time with people who aren’t authentic. Have there been days that I felt like a million bucks because 10 guys were texting me through an app? Such an ego boost. Have I felt jilted because someone deleted me that I thought I had “chemistry” with? Devastated. It’s the social version of crack–the highs are addictively high and the lows are depressingly low.

My point is that it’s a dangerous game if you don’t care about yourself first. You can lose your identity in an instant inside of a virtual world. Is it necessary? It’s certainly where everyone is at one point or another. “Gotta get back out there…..” All I’m saying here is make sure that you are strong and sure of what you want before you venture out into the land of the Swipers. Look at it as a way to get back to meeting people. Lower your expectations and just be safe.

It’s okay to step away from it all if you feel pressured or overwhelmed. After all, this is your chance to really focus on an intimate relationship with the person you will always be able to depend on…….YOU. 

Love yourself most today,
Stace

Your Gut is your Guide Baby–You Ain’t Crazy

How many times have you watched the news or an episode of Law & Order SVU and one of the victims will make the statement “I just had this feeling……” 
How many times has it happened to you? That little voice or pang in your core that says something is “off” or “Danger Will Robinson!!!” In any situation, it doesn’t have to be crime related (just saw that on a rerun), we question that voice. Sometimes we ignore that voice. Other times, someone else makes us think that listening to that feeling, pang or voice means that we are “insecure” or, God Forbid, “crazy.” Usually, the latter person’s credibility or intentions are in question when those kind words are dropped on you. See “gaslighting.”

But, think back on your life, when did you know something before it actually happened? How many times have you thought to yourself “Damnit!! I KNEW that was going to happen….” I’m certain you can say more than a few for every century you’ve been here. It’s called “intuition:” A thing that one knows or considers likely from instinctive feeling rather than conscious reasoning.”

Yep. It’s a thing. Paying attention to our gut feelings and how situations and people make us feel does not make us crazy, it makes us strong. It’s warding off danger instead of walking into the eye of the storm. It’s taking another path because the hair on your neck stood up when you passed someone sitting in their car in a parking lot. It’s walking away when we feel threatened.

It’s feeling a not-so-great feeling and choosing to talk about it and fix it. Fixing things means that they aren’t broken or damaged any more. Fixing things means that there won’t be any more discomfort. Being quiet and leaving something to fester is not a fix. If you have an issue within yourself, you talk to a doctor or specialist. If you have an issue with someone else you talk with them about it. It’s called “adulting.”

I’m not going to swallow my pain because you’re uncomfortable. I’m Uncomfortable when I’m In pain. If communication is good, all can be turned around Or is a result of a misunderstanding. Whew, that was nice to get out, wasn’t it?!

But, if it doesn’t get fixed, and you still have those pangs inside, choose another path. No matter what someone tries to tell you, listen to your gut, every time.
You’ve never been crazy and you ain’t startin today.

You can do this because you love yourself more today-
Stace

Authenticity….as a Verb

Authenticity is when you say and do things you actually believe.”

Simon Sinek

Realizing and projecting our true self on a consistent basis is a difficult task. Turning the mirror, or the iPhone Camera, towards ourself, up close and personal can be terrifying and enlightening all at once. My double chin in a selfie is not my biggest concern anymore. Maybe it should be….

Anyway, I made myself a promise not too long ago……I am going to stop trying to change or stifle myself to make others more comfortable in my life. Specifically, I’m going to do my damnedest to live authentically every day.

  1. My Emotional Maturity. Are there some days that it’s just too hard to put those feet on the ground? Hell yes. My best days start when I get good sleep (selfish), turn off my phone (rude), lay out my clothes before bed at get to gym at 5:30 to claim myself invincible. See? I put myself first before I had to deal with anything else. Mindset over matter. I have to give myself that edge. That said? I’m still in my pjs today…..but I’m hitting it hard tomorrow because I don’t like this feeling. I fall off that wagon, but I know there’s a tire on the side that will help me get back on. The gym for me is more about endorphins that make me happy then becoming a fitness model. The latter ain’t happening.
  2. My Appearance. “I’m a Pretty Girl.” This is hard. It’s a hard thing to not compare yourself to others and critique your physical attributes. I know that smiling makes me happier which in turn can radiate beauty. Plus, I know that by continually being positive and giving to those in need makes me happy….so…..yes. I have made my health a priority which is making me physically and mentally stronger. I will continue to try and love this temple that I live in enough to make her as strong as possible.
  3. My Mom-ness. “I’m a great Mother.” Somedays I suck at it. Royally suck at it. Look, it’s #3 where it should be #1 on all Mommy lists. Truth? If you don’t come to terms with taking care of yourself mentally and physically, there’s no possible way you can be a good mom. That kettle has to be full in order for you to give out the level of care & love a child deserves. “Love don’t cost a thing…” BS–Love does cost a thing…..and that thing is momma taking care of herself. There is no greater accomplishment than my kids. They know it too.
  4. My Friend-ness. “I’m a good friend” Debatable. I can’t be the judge and have let people down, to say the least. I heard somewhere that if, at any given time, you have 5 people that you could call for any emergency, any time, you’re lucky. I think I have 4 now. Sometimes, a good friend lasts forever, sometimes they don’t. It’s ok. Keep moving and you may come back together.
  5. My Intelligence. “I’m the smartest girl I know.” Truth? No. But I tell myself this everyday. Reinforcing the positive and seeing yourself as your BEST SELF can only propel you forward. I try to be the first person to admit when I don’t know something, and that I’ll look it up and get back to someone about it when I have more info. I can’t stand the “one uppers” and the bs’ers…..you can tell they aren’t listening and are thinking of what they’ll say next. I don’t care anymore about who has what, knows who or has been where. If it made you a smarter person? Awesome. If you’re just trying to tell me you’ve lived better than I have? Pound sand. Bring me your knowledge .

Listen > Talk. Makes you smarter every time.

Try putting yourself first for the next two weekend days and see how your days turn out. There really aren’t any excuses. You can go to bed earlier to get up earlier, etc etc…

Walk down the block and run back. Do something for your peace and strength.

Cross the street to smell some pretty flowers, they won’t be around much longer (if you’re in the Midwest like me…)

You will be so much better off….Your patience with the kids, your self awareness and your understanding of the unthinkable.

Love yourself most this weekend so you can love your people better and harder.

Stace