And so the adventure to put myself out there and meet men in real life in LA continues… even while a few setbacks this past week and my hormones during the luteal phase tried to convince me to give up. Lessons learned from day 3: ✨Healing doesn’t erase old wounds overnight. Just because I’ve done the inner work doesn’t mean I won’t still feel the sting of old insecurities creeping in. The difference now is that I recognize them instead of letting them define me. ✨Rejection—whether real or just perceived—doesn’t mean I’m unworthy. I caught myself falling into the old pattern of equating external validation with my value. But the truth is, I don’t need to be “chosen” by a stranger in a crowded bar to know I’m already worthy of love. ✨My person isn’t going to miss me. It’s easy to spiral into thoughts like, What if I never meet him? What if I’m just not the kind of girl guys notice? But I refuse to believe that. I trust that God’s timing is perfect, even when my impatience tells me otherwise.
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