Who knew losing my keys could create a tangle of self hatred, doubt and irritability? I didn’t until I couldn’t find my keys after a week of searching. Mind you, any garment with pockets is now clean, folded tidily and in it’s right place. Thankfully, this video found me, via http://www.the2012 scenario. I choose to love myself in the midst of my imperfections. I choose to love the world in the midst of uncertainty. I choose love.