(almost) All about me

(almost) All about me

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After I turned forty and had a midlife crisis of sorts, I decided to take a few steps back and take a look at myself from a bigger and wider angle than I had been doing. The following writings are a bit of a retrospective, a bit of a diary, but definitely analytical and revealing. They are also humorous, in the most humorous form I can manage. I'll try to be as objective as possible and give my opinion, but you may misunderstand something or be offended by something. Please know that I am not trying to cause trouble, nor do I want to embarrass anyone with these chapters. But, if you have had a relationship with me at some point in your life, you may turn up in my stories. If for some reason you have a problem with that, write me privately, and we can talk things through. I don't want to go into any more explanations because all the important stuff will be covered below. Welcome to my thoughts.
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I used to think love was all about finding someone to make you feel whole. But as the days passed, watching him laugh with his friends, I started to realize something. I was waiting for someone else to validate me, to give me the affection I craved. But the truth hit me hard-I needed to start with myself. I stopped measuring my worth by his attention, or anyone else's. I stopped seeking approval in the way I looked, the things I said, or the way I walked into a room. Slowly, I learned that the most important love was the one I could give myself. I didn't need his smile or his words to feel seen. It wasn't easy, but I started finding peace in my own reflection. I became more comfortable with who I was-flaws, mistakes, and all. I realized that I didn't need anyone to complete me. I was whole, just as I was. That why I wrote a story about my personal experience with love .

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