Today

I used to say I had a bad picker because my romantic relationships never seemed to work out. Today I know there is absolutely nothing wrong with my picker or me. Nothing. Only thing ever wrong was the space I picked from. From fear instead of love. He won't hit me. He won't rape me. The child and young woman who lives within me, who had been hurt and scared and embarrassed before but still had a longing for love picked for me. And bless her great big heart. Bless her knocked down and champion spirit. Bless me today. This me so full of kindness and generosity and adoration for myself who could only choose a spirit just as sweet.