One of Sunday’s last prompts was, “With all of you as witness, here’s what I commit to. . .” I wanted to share what I wrote:
I commit to remembering. I will remember this time, our camaraderie and your words. I will carry each of you in my heart. I will carry your joy and your sorrow, your pain and your heartache so each of you know that no matter what you don’t have to carry your burdens alone.
I commit to reminding myself that each of you will do the same for me because we’re in this together. Neither am I alone.
I commit to remembering that no one else determines my worth, no matter the way they may describe me or what I do.
I commit myself to my daughter. This has always been true, even and especially during the hard times, the times I thought my daughter deserved a better mother. She got a damn good mother. A mother who does a good job and who has learned that unconditional love exists, but that it has to be cultivated and protected. Our relationship is changing as she grows and evolves and changes. I commit to celebrating every facet of her—all that makes her her is exactly as it should be.
I commit to a gratitude practice around my husband because he works hard to care for our family.
During this year I turn 50, I committed myself to a journey of self-care, which is to say self-love. I commit to basking in the glory that is me. The best way I can love myself is to show up every day and be seen, to acknowledge and even celebrate my imperfections because they contribute to making me me. The best way to carry love into the world is to start with myself.
Each time we come together and meet in this circle and share our words and bear our souls and bear witness to each other, we heal. I commit to carrying this healing work into the world and sharing it the best way I can.
I wanted to share this because it's a snippet of what I hope for all of us: to love ourselves, honor ourselves, cherish ourselves and each other. We're worth the effort, but must make the heart-work a priority.