Alright, so this phrase, “love yours,” kept rattling around in my head for a few days. Couldn’t quite shake it. Don’t even remember where I picked it up, maybe scrolling somewhere or overheard chatter, who knows. But it stuck.
First thoughts
At first, I kinda brushed it off. “Love yours”? Yeah, okay, love your family, love your friends. Duh. Seemed pretty basic, almost silly to even think about. Like, what else are you gonna do? Hate ’em? Seemed obvious.
But it kept coming back. Especially when I’d catch myself looking at what other people had. You know how it goes. See someone with a newer phone, fancier car, bigger house. That little voice pipes up, “Man, wish I had that.” Or scrolling through feeds and seeing people on amazing trips or landing cool jobs. It’s easy to feel like your own life is kinda… bland in comparison.
Digging into it
So, I started trying to consciously catch myself in those moments. When that feeling popped up, I’d mentally hit pause and throw that phrase “love yours” into the mix. It felt weird at first, kinda forced. Like telling myself to eat my vegetables.
I started small. Okay, maybe my car isn’t brand new, but it gets me where I need to go, right? Paid off, too. That’s something. It’s mine. Started thinking about other stuff:
- My beat-up favorite coffee mug.
- That comfy old armchair that fits me just right.
- My weird little collection of ticket stubs.
- Even the annoying way my cat wakes me up. It’s our routine, kinda.
It wasn’t about pretending my stuff was the best stuff ever. It was more about just… appreciating it for what it is. Seeing the value in my things, my life, not measured against someone else’s highlight reel.
What it means to me now
So after chewing on it for a while, “love yours” started feeling less like a command and more like a reminder. It’s about focusing on your own patch of grass. Watering it, taking care of it, finding the good in it. It’s about gratitude, I guess, but less formal. More like just being cool with what you’ve got.
It means appreciating the people already in your circle, the roof over your head (even if it leaks a little), the job you have (even if it’s annoying sometimes), the body you’re in. It’s about finding contentment right here, instead of always chasing the next shiny thing someone else is holding up.
It’s simple, yeah, but it ain’t always easy. Still catch myself looking over the fence sometimes. But now I’ve got that little phrase to pull me back. Love yours. It’s a practice, really. Still working on it.
