FEEL AT HOME

HOME: Could be a place or a person😊. So to you my avid reader, Feel at home😃.

Gathering words for this specific piece has taken so much time! I had prepared this for Thursday but the many times I have deleted this piece ha! Hope you love it anyway☺

I’m a Lover, I love hard! I’m a selective person when it comes to people I allow into my space. My friend recently reminded me of the much love I give to people and that melted my heart( It’s noticeable)

I’m a sucker for soft love, ( tough love is not my thing! ). I feel so blessed for having my family with me, the piece that holds me together when everything else falls apart. My first home.My happy place. Although I’d want some things to be better, I’m grateful for family.

I have made friends, few friends who push me to be better , directly or indirectly . Friends who genuinely challenge me in so many ways that I can’t even explain. This guys are my home. Their pure intentions and determination is something that I totally appreciate.

Despite all this love that I give and recieve, Do I love myself the same way? I think I do😑.I have learnt to be gentle on myself,speak my feelings out more !.

The thing is that we build homes in people,we give them the love,care and attention but we forget to do the same for ourselves. We hurt when this “homes” don’t do the same for us. Have you asked yourself why? Maybe they have nothing to offer😊, maybe they are learning to love themselves in order to show you love, maybe they are fighting silent battles and until they win is when they’ll be in a position to be a “home” for you. And it’s totally okay!

Are you in a position to stand alone when this people you call home can no longer hold you down?

My whole point is, It’s okay to meet people who genuinely love and care for you but keep in mind that they won’t always be there. Some days you will fall out and it’s totally okay . So when such happens,! I hope you are able to make it on your own.

Love,
Hilda