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Love / Giving ourselves permission to have recreation & fun

Self love can start with letting yourself have fun” or, giving your self permission to have fun. Re-parenting yourself & taking time to enjoy life in a nature setting. Almost any form / place in nature can be healing, and studies have shown that when we take ourselves out in nature it can be pleasant, healing, and relaxing.

A simple way I have found to “re-parent” myself, is by letting myself do the fun things that I loved / enjoyed as a child.

One “Easy way to empower yourself” is by trying new things, and starting small works best for me. This means to take something I already like to do & expand on it, taking it a step further.

For me, exercising in nature is fun, one favorite way is going to different parks on excursions and giving myself time to sit / be in nature. A favorite place I went as a child was the “L.A. Arboretum”. As an adult, this can be the perfect outing for or myself when I need time alone, or am looking for inspiration. The grounds are large, with 127 acres, and 11 different gardens, with a wide range between desert type & tropical setting.

Taking time out, and maybe packing a lunch, blanket, and a favorite journal or book further strengthen the bonds of “self-care” I am establishing with myself. Perhaps this can possibly change any negative messages in my brain, and let / show myself I am worthy of time with myself. Even small, positive steps forward can “re-program” my mind bit by bit, and I can practice doing it more until it becomes a new way of life. Where will you take yourself today?

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