It’s been a tough week. A very tough week. I am okay, and I am learning and evolving and being.
But it’s been a tough week.
I still can get cut to the core and lose my sense of self, even as I grow more and more stable and centered. I can slip back into the self-doubt and judgment that was carved into my brain and psyche.
But I know to pause. To calm. And to take a yoga class.
I know to be open when the instructor reminds us to find our strong, stable base.
I have built a strong, stable base. I have built a self-care, self-compassion, and self-love practice that easily shrinks any self-doubt and judgment. All I have to do is remember to plug into that.
Or let my yoga instructor remind me.
This morning, I felt my feet firmly on the ground, as we moved through the poses. I felt my strength, albeit not yet as strong as it used to be, but strength nonetheless. I noticed my breath coming in and going out, and I noticed myself noticing. I sunk into my body and was present for myself and my practice.
I was strong and stable.
I remembered all the tools and practices I’ve learned that soothe me when I’m trauma-triggered, or simply tired and overwhelmed.
I know to put my hand on my heart and sink into the self-love and self-compassion practice I have worked and played so hard to cultivate. I know to hum to myself, because humming stimulates our vagal nerve, which can calm and relax us. I know to rock or sway, which also calms us, or to cuddle up with my “security blanket”/microwavable heat pillow.
I know to accept myself, accept others, accept the situation and, once again, breathe.
And to feel my strong, stable base.
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