I write fluffy words a lot.
I write words that ask you, the reader, to step into the next. To be encouraged, to grab onto your own strength.
Sometimes all I want to do is yell and cry.
I had a moment on Friday, during nap time where I just wanted to walk out the doors. The why doesn’t really matter, but just know that I wanted to walk out. Instead I walked into the storage closet and shed a few tears and took a deep breath and walked back out.
Then later that night I had my second panic attack in the last month.
I don’t say this all to say my life is awful or for sympathy (because it’s not and I don’t need it)- I say it to tell you what I did next.
Saturday morning I went out to breakfast and read a book. I opened windows and cleaned my room, I drank a glass of wine and ate bean dip straight from the casserole dish on the floor of my friend’s house.
This morning I slept in and went to a coffee shop and did some prep for a bridal shower.
What I’m trying to say is I kept moving.
Sometimes I have shame that pops up from about ten years ago when I stopped moving. I didn’t go to work and I hid in a hole and my roommates pulled me out of the hole and gave me space all at the same time.
What I am trying to say is keep moving, in some way. Make some brownies or clean or read in a coffee shop or treat yourself to a delicious breakfast sandwich and a good book.
Walk outside, breathe, get vitamin D.
I spend 40+ hrs teaching tiny humans how to listen to their bodies. What it feels like to be mad, sad, happy or when you need to go to the bathroom. But how often do we as adults truly listen to our bodies unless our body is screaming at us?
Self care and soul care is so trendy these days. Not that it’s a bad thing. But what I want to remind you is that self care looks different for everyone. Self care to me is cleaning with my window open. It’s laughing with friends. It’s sitting across from someone at a coffee shop and not speaking.
I have made it a point to keep moving forward. To always show up. And when I don’t want to necessarily leave the house- to do something anyway.
It’s so important how you respond to the lows in your life.
I’ve learned over the last ten years what responses work for me and what responses don’t. What responses give me life and what responses cause me to drown a little more.
It’s an important value in my life to be as honest and open as possible in my writing. There are things I won’t talk about, not for lack of desire but in all honesty it’s just not everyone’s business.
But this, my response to my lows is something I want to share.
Knowing what to do when your body yells is just as important as what you do to not make it yell.
Responding when you fall down reminds you of ways to keep standing.
So to you, my friend reading this, know that it’s 100% ok to fall.
But, start noting how you stand up. Note, how you stand up taller than when you fell.
You’ve got this.
Do the damn thing