"We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant.... You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it." --John Lennon
Women spend so much time in the pursuit of men. They read books about them, study them, obsess about them. Why? Because we LOVE men. We worship them. We adore them. Every facial expression (especially during the dating phase) is SO important. We don't miss a single expression, lest we miss the hidden meaning tucked away inside the man. Every text message, every telephone call or IM...it means more than anything else we have going on in our lives, at times. We do double back flips for men, but what about for ourselves? Please, we're lucky we treat ourselves with even one quarter of the tender loving care we give to the objects of our affection.
Here's my big Universal Question: Why can't we love ourselves like that? I mean, extreme narcississm aside, what's so wrong with loving and caring for ourselves like a precious plant that we have to nurture and water in order to keep it growing strong, to keep it blooming and bursting with life? A mani-pedi once a month doesn't count...like the plant, we need perpetual exposure to bright positive things, like green growing things need sunlight. Like the plant, we need to water ourselves with beverages that are good for us, we need to trim away the dead things that stunt our growth. But when it comes to growing the garden of our lives, do we have green thumbs or brown ones?
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