St. Valentine’s Day, Self Love, and Sweat

Let me preface this by saying: I love holidays.  I love all holidays; I am not picky in the slightest.  As you can imagine, Valentine’s Day is no different.  I love all the precious pink cards, candy, and even a few of those lovey-dovey posts on Facebook.  Unfortunately, with that, comes a lot of negativity, resentment, and even loathing.  A delightful holiday that (as “Hallmark” as it may be), is supposed to be about love, has been turned into a holiday riddled with wild expectations for couples and the frequent (melodramatic) posts of exasperation and depression of those not in relationships.

And waking up inexplicably near tears and with the stomach pains of an oncoming anxiety attack, I could definitely see those haters’ points. I didn’t want to go to yoga, I didn’t want to see anyone, I didn’t even want to get out of bed. I’ve been very busy of late and I’m no stranger to the occasional anxiety attack, but to wake up feeling this way? Never. And even though I didn’t want to go to yoga, see anyone, or get out of bed, I did. I did all of those things and don’t regret it one bit. The love and support of being with and hearing from people I care about (not to mention making new friends and running into one of my sorority sisters at yoga) was well worth all the pain.

Did yoga help? Yes, but not in the way you may think. I love my yoga practice and was very excited to try hot yoga! Trudging in from 15 degrees to 90 degrees and being greeted by a warm smile was the perfect beginning. The practice itself was focused on self love (how appropriate!) and was very fast paced and detoxifying. Speedy repetitions of sun salutation A had us all sweating and panting in downward dog. Not exactly the most relaxing class I’ve been to, but the positive energy and the distraction from overthinking to living in the moment was exactly what I needed to stave off that looming anxiety attack and fuel my body and spirit for the beautiful day to come.

After a relaxing brunch, a phone call home to my darling mother and significant other, and some pleasure reading, I ended the night by ordering food in for a movie night with a girlfriend. (Our delightful delivery man, Pete, was such a gem. Like the most chill dad you’ve ever met. Just had to put that out there.)

Just goes to show that great things happen when you get out of bed in the morning 🙂

What kinds of self love have you been practicing for the happy holiday (and for a happy life)? I’d love to hear from you!

Namaste
Leah

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