There comes a time when writing a blog where you have to take it over just for yourself and not worry about anything else: links, writing awards, interviews, offers, responses and reviews. Today is such a day when I’m taking it over for myself even in the midst of my hiatus.

Indulging in some self-love, I’m reading a book by Kim McMillen entitled “When I Loved Myself Enough”. This one is dedicated to me. It goes out to me. It’s love for me.

McMillen writes: “When I loved myself enough I could remember, during times of confusion, struggle or grief, that these too are part of me and deserve my love.”

I write: “When I loved myself enough I realized that it was ok to make mistakes, take a day or two to ponder, and let some things go in the name of sanity.”

“When I loved myself enough I stopped fearing that I was letting everyone else down and focused on feeding my soul.”

“When I loved myself enough I aimed to meet the needs of my mind and my capacity to love and forgive.”

“When I loved myself enough I searched out joy at every opportunity and found myself smiling.”

While I continue to keep up my hiatus, I strongly felt urged to write here today in the event that it offered even the slightest bit of encouragement for anyone else. But still, this is for me.