Friday, February 13, 2009

Self-Love Day 2009

I've had the Cardigan's song in my head for a week. So let me preface with this: Love me, love, Say that you love me.
What? Now it's annoying you, too? Oops.

Anyway: thanks, StephanieSOEdenANYWAY. I less-than-three you. (Totally stole that. Love it!) This is a meme I muchly approve. Of. Of which I muchly approve.

Here are the rules:

1.) Post one of them thar banners on your blog and declare February 14th as the day you not only love your one and only, but the day that you love yourself!
2.) Post one nice thing about yourself……then ask others to post one thing that they really like about you.
3.) Enjoy yourself!

Here is my Nice Thing About Myself:

I am really creative and have the skill to execute my ideas in more than one medium. That's a blessing for which I am not often properly mindful and grateful. "Grateful" here being an open, celebratory gratitude to the confluence of all or some of the following:
  • genetics
  • environment
  • an extra-glowy root chakra
  • random fucking chance
  • the Muses
  • the collective consciousness pool of creative WIN which I'm sharing with all humanity.
In a responsible manifestation of loving myself, I've made time to see my co-ministers in the morning to attack my depression and Big Thoughts that Just Won't Settle with a menage a trois of brain mojo.

So show me the love, and drop me a link so I can go love up on you, too.


  1. I highly enjoy your style of consciousness/writing, it actually reminds me of Joss' style of writing... I love your blog in general: mother-y vintage-lovin' Appalachian hippie-shaz artistic angst and all <3

    I'm reposting this over yonder a la my blog, where there is also a poem about stretch marks that (I think?) you, and the uncharted depths of the blogosphere, may have helped inspire. Happy Self-Lovin' Day!

  2. Thanks so much, Treesa:) I'm always a little worried that my style's too flip and pop-ish but it's the way I think and talk. You reminded me of my oldest friend, who said when she saw Buffy for the first time: "They talk like you!" So there you have it- Joss Whedon & me, stylistic soul mates.

    I *have* to read this stretch-marks poem! I thought my pregnant belly stretchmarks looked like tribal flames. Their appeal is somewhat lessened now that the novelty's gone, though.