The first Self-Love Sunday of 2021

Dear Readers,

As you can tell from the date, I am squeaking this January Self-love Sunday note in right at the every end.

How is 2021 treating you all? Any different from 2020?

I feel like there is a tiny glimmer of hope, but it still feels overshadowed by the current climate around the globe.

Not one to believe that a new year equates a new me. Quite the opposite actually, I know the baggage I have stowed with me will also toddle along even with the changing of a numeral.

Sitting here unchanged, I write:

Dear Me,

Even though we are not of resolution mind,
does not mean we cannot strive for some kind of
fresh start. Even if it is a small one.
Give yourself a moment to inhale.
Lofty goals with unrealistic time tables does
not have to further empty our glass half-filled.
Let’s try one new thing!
Just one!
Because even one new thing can create a ripple.
You deserve a ripple of happiness.
A ripple of self-love. 




I feel like that took an unexpected turn. I can’t quite put my finger on the why though.

Usually I have some idea of what I am going to write to myself.

A subject I may be struggling with my inner demons on.

But this felt different.

I hope January hasn’t felt like the longest month of the year for you readers of mine.

Wishing you the very best,


Honestly Austen

Postscript: I must mention the origin of why I may not like resolutions is how my family always told me growing up that my resolution should be to not whine as much. Obviously it was a lofty goal un-reached.


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