I've been having a pretty rough few days with movement, and have been feeling low. And in pain! It's been hard. And I have been feeling negative toward my body because of this. I have a hard time finding the correct words to say what I'm trying to say, and I say 'stupid brain'. I forget how to spell a word and I say 'stupid brain'. I fumble something that I'm trying to hold or move, and (did you guess it?) 'stupid hands'. The list goes on.
I caught myself today, becoming incredibly frustrated trying to do simple tasks and fumbling and wobbling through. And I got really mad at my body. So I sat down on the spot. On the floor. Took a few deep breaths.
And it hit me like a ton of bricks. I don't react in this manner when the people around me have a similar difficulty. I give them patience. So why don't I give it to my own body?
So I said (and yes, it was out loud for any nosy person to overhear) I said, "body, I am so sorry. You're going through a really tough time and you're doing the best you can. And self, please remember to love body, we're all in this skinbag together."
Then I regretted my decision to sit on the floor, flopped around to find a hand hold to stand back up, and went on with my day. With the same troubles, but less frustration.
I feel like we're taught for so long perfection that it's really hard for a person to be at peace with not being able to perform up to their own standards. I've still got some work to do, but I think it was an important moment to really just address the feelings with myself. And just wanted to share.
Give yourselves some love today 💜