Everywhere you look now, it’s all about self-love.
Care for yourself.
Be mindful.
Embrace and love your inner child.
Forgive your parents for the stories that they have given you that have made you live your life in a way that was not uniquely yours.
Look in the mirror and embrace your flaws, and tell yourself how amazing and beautiful you are.
Don’t allow anything to ever really get to you, because when you have self-love, everything is going to be okay. That is my favorite part of self-love.
When you love yourself so much, somebody else is going to come into your life. When you’ve done all the work on yourself and you know exactly who you are and what you want, you’re going to find love again.
Let me tell you something. I have done so many programs about self-love.
In-depth audio programs. Exercises for people who do crappy things. What I feel is one of the most amazing, beautiful practices is this:
Creating a mantra to say to make yourself feel great, every single day.
Go to yoga class.
Meditate.
On the yoga mat, listen to the yogi talk about self-love. It’s all over the place. It is one of the most overused terms in personal development now. It’s still one of the most important things to do. The real question, the question that I want to pose to every single one of you:
Have we taken self-love too far? Are we starting to use it as a crutch?
Is there a giant S?
And a giant L?
Underneath each armpit, as we walk into a room.
Do we have a self-love vest on? As a matter of fact, my daughter looks at my Superman shirt with the big S on it, and she says, “That’s Superman!”
I look at her and I say, “Superman used to be the man that would so literally protect and jump over tall buildings.”
He grabbed Lois Lane and literally fell in love with her. He didn’t think about self-love. Lois Lane was basically his Kryptonite and he didn’t care.
I looked at my daughter and I said, “That S?”
That stands for self-love, man.
I’ve been on the self-love journey my entire adult life.
The last three years? Oh, it’s been my MO. Every single day I’m practicing self-love.
When I look in the mirror every single morning:
I look at it and say, mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the most loving of them all?
The mirror answers and goes, I am basically reflecting myself.
The mirror looks at me and says, you are, David. You are the most loving man of them all.
Congratulations for being such a great dad.
Congratulations for learning about all your flaws and embracing them.
Congratulations for embracing your stories and literally recreating a brand new, conscious mindset based on what you desire and want.
I have to tell you, I think we’ve taken all this too far.
I can get into all this self-love stuff. Self-love is extremely important, but there comes a point where you want to look in the mirror and see the reflection of another human being. Our true growth comes when two people connect.
My love mantra has been this for years: I want to meet a woman that’s my high vibrational equal.
A woman who’s down to earth.
A woman who wants to be raw and authentic.
A woman who’s not afraid when I’m raw and authentic. She’ll listen. She’ll hear. But she won’t run for her self-love cover.
And the same works for me.
I feel it starting to affect my daily life. Because I’ve become such a self-love addict that I have literally forgotten about romance.
Sure, I watch sappy romance movies, my favorite movies of all time to watch. I watched Fathers and Daughters the other night and literally teared up.
I watched You Got Mail on an airplane recently and I was dying when Blakely was running to a riverside park and Meg Ryan standing there, Tom Hanks looking at her, and the two of them knew that they were each other’s secret love affair on AOL chat.
But for me, in my personal life, when I meet a woman, I think about my self-love mantra so much that I don’t even know how to get vulnerable anymore.
As a matter of fact, I met a woman the other night.
She was one the most beautiful women I’ve ever met.
We started talking and she started dumping.
She started dumping her raw authentic truth.
I saw inside of her. I saw an absolutely beautiful, intelligent, smart, sexy, powerful, woman. But yet –
A woman so vulnerable, so feminine, so real that I just wanted to get to know her.
I wanted to get to know everything about her.
And you notice I’m saying wanted, because in my self-love world, I don’t use the powerful word want anymore. You see, I’ve become such a self-love junkie that to me, when I meet somebody as amazing as this woman, I’m neither here not there. I’ve taken on the wait-and-see approach. I’ve taken on the approach of, well, if it’s meant to be it’s meant to be.
If she feels anything she feels.
There’s nothing I could really do except show up.
You see, before I was a self-love junkie I was a man. I was a romantic. If I were to have met a woman like this, I would pursue her. I could care less if she didn’t text me back, call me back. I was going to pursue her, because I want to get to know her. Wanted to learn her. Wanted to learn her, wanted to feel her, wanted to see her, listen to her.
And I didn’t care about my ego. I didn’t care about all my self-love. I just wanted to get to know this other beautiful person.
But now? Now my mantra is if it’s meant to be it’s meant to be. If it works, it works. If she feels anything, she feels anything. You can’t force it. You just have to show up and be your authentic self.
