I can't tell you how much time I've spent waiting to feel like I've arrived at that seemly mythical place of self love and contentment. That feeling of still trying to find that magical essence that makes me say "AH-HA I've finally found myself!". That place where I feel like the most perfect version of myself, always.
How exhausting. The constant feeling there should be something more, I should be something more. The frustration of waiting for that light bulb moment....was I doing something wrong?