Feminist Mantra Monday 48: Lift
I had my first anxiety attack in over a year this weekend. Something about a full moon in Scorpio season, a series of challenging career/financial realizations, and a new/old relationship emerging all at once that pushed me over the edge. It left me feeling fragile and vulnerable for two days after, trying to embrace that space as one of growth and soft power rather than feeling defeated.
In writing these mantras over the past year, I’ve been reminded how cyclically I come back to these moments and how gracefully I can grow from them. I’m also reminded of all the tools of self-care I’ve developed to survive the times I bottom out and the ways I can treat myself better when I’m riding highs so this happens less intensely.
So I spent the last two days sleeping and eating well and going to gentle yoga classes, and I woke up feeling like the best version of myself again. Today’s mantra (which I owe to Yoga with Adrienne) is a reminder of this work. That we can hold our heads and hearts lifted even when we don’t feels our spirits to be so. That we can lift ourselves up and let others lift us.
There are nine days left to pre-order my book of mantras to make sure yours ships on 12/1 and gets to you before the holidays. Thanks for listening and supporting for over a year, loves.