Doesn't that just make the most sense? If we don't love and accept ourselves, if we don't find ourselves worthy, how the hell could we walk into a room and expect a complete stranger or a casual acquaintance to do so? How can we join a book club, the PTA or join a group of co-workers heading to have drinks and feel a part of?
If the small girl in me rationalized that she was not sufficiently important for her father to bother to be a dad or the woman in me failed to be "enough" in her marriage, how can I expect the next person to love me thoroughly.
Loads of work to do and not getting any younger. I'll keep on trying!
Gotta love Brene