i walked out of my second movie ever last night. watching sausage party made me physically sick to my stomach. the rape culture that exists in our society was never so visible.
but spending any of my time writing about that movie is not what i want to do. i left four friends in the theatre. i texted them and told them that i would be around the corner at a bar. but i didn’t end up staying there: i sat down at the bar, ordered a glass of wine, started to cry immediately, and then promptly left and took an uber home.
when i got in the uber, i had a few tears trickling down my face. the uber driver told me not to be sad; i was too pretty to be sad.
that command, combined with the implied cartoon rapes i had just watched, crashed down a wall blocking a lot of sadness and anger. maybe even rage. i began crying hysterically. loud sobs were heaving from my body.
i texted my friends at the movie; i texted a best friend abroad; i texted my gf. tania called, heard me hysterical, and upon learning i was almost home, immediately followed up with my friends at the movie to ensure they were coming to attend to me.
(what was the uber driver doing, you ask? turning up the radio to drown me out.)
before tania even texted them though, my friends from the theater were on their way. they all crowded into my bedroom, soothing and comforting me. i was feeling guilty—that they had not gotten to eat dinner, that they hadn’t had a fun night out, that they would regret that they “had” to spend their evening this way.
of course that’s not what any of them were feeling. and their check-ins later in the evening and the next morning confirmed that. the gratitude i have for friends that are willing to chuck everything out the window to make their way to my side at a moment’s notice is… well, it's everything.
and this afternoon, here i am escaping to a yoga retreat in upstate new york: leaving the internet behind, leaving most of my every-day support behind, and venturing into soul-space.
space for my journalling, my sketching and doodling, my blogging, my chanting and meditation, and my yoga-ing. no bad movies, no uber drivers, no bad juju.
—> insert yoga weekend
we talked a lot this weekend about ganesha—who happens to be one of my favorite deities. he is generally known as “the remover of obstacles,” but one of our teachers (deb) flipped that a bit and called him “the creator of ease,” which i really liked. kenny told a story about him (oh, ps, he has the head of an elephant), where ganesha is the one who is under your foot, supporting it, when you lift your foot to take a step.
creating an easeful path, helping you move forward.
just like my support team.
this is a blog of gratitude (i know, common theme), but also a reminder. a reminder to 1) use your support teams without question: your friends love you and want to help. and 2) to reflect that back out to all your closest friends: see what you can offer before they ask. mirror mirror.
love/gratitude/support xo
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