Chasing Sunsets

Self Love

The voice you use on yourself

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A calm river with a mossy bank of ferns and purple flowers, a weeping willow, and a stone arch bridge. AI-generated artwork.

Disclosed AI-generated artwork.

Listen, once, to how you talk when no one is in the room. The sigh. The name you call yourself when you drop a cup. The story you tell about why you’re behind.

That voice learned its job a long time ago. It thought sharpness would keep you safe. Sometimes it only keeps you small.

Nobody turns sweet overnight. Try one true sentence that isn’t a verdict: I am tired. I made a mess. I can begin again after dinner.

Wisdom isn’t a louder lecture. It’s a quieter one. The river doesn’t shout at the bank. It returns.

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The Chasing Sunsets editor

I write Chasing Sunsets from Edmonton, Alberta. Every line here started as something I said to someone having a bad day — usually on our Facebook page, usually at night.

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