Sometimes people are the worst. And I feel it in how my heart can’t catch a steady beat and my body tenses up and my mind plays out dozens of scenarios that always end with me defending my right to exist and them not changing their mind.
Luckily, I’ve been streaming workout classes from the YMCA and I put on a beginner’s kickboxing cardio class and punched some of my anger out. “That” punch “homophobic” punch “racist” punch “asshole” punch. I huff and swear and sweat. It helps.
This isn’t the space to get into random, indirect shittyness but it is a good reminder that movement is a great outlet to unknot anxiety. It’s not everything, but it’s a start.
With Love,
Natalie