Satya~Postpartum~Truth

There's something about birth and the postpartum transition time that strip away the facade of niceness and politeness. Maybe the lack of sleep and decreased energy render me less able to fake it, ignore, lie, or cover up for myself. Postpartum is a grand experiment with Truth. Both the reality of caring for a newborn and the authentic expression of this experience of reality.

Our culture makes it seem like we have a baby and everything is magical and perfect. We are happy and smiling. Our baby giggles and sleeps. Eats well. Is quiet and content. If we've had any experience that deviates from this, or if we feel sad, angry, anxious, or depressed we must therefore be ungrateful, bad, unfit mothers. We don't share the struggle so that our lives can be filtered through social media and we inevitably end up perpetuating the lie of parental perfection. False advertising.

Yes, golden moments exist, but so do grimy, dingy ones. And that's ok. As long as we can hold up the mirror of Satya, the mirror of Truthfulness, and really see what's there. Face the Truth with full awareness and courageously ask ourselves:

• What is here for me right now?
• What do I need right now?
• Can I be courageous enough to ask for the support I need?
• Can I be courageous enough to develop clarity around my own awareness and understanding of my experience?
• What is one courageous action I can take today?

Postpartum hit me like a bolt of lightning wrapped up in a bundle of love. Pieces of me went everywhere. I decided to take one courageous postpartum action. I love teaching yoga. I commited to teaching one class. Just one. I had been afraid of going back. What if I forgot how? What if I was unrelatable? What if my body couldn't perform? Instead of giving in to these fears, I took the bold and courageous step to follow my passion and trust myself. I made the conscious choice to believe in my self and my skills. To create beauty and healing in the world.

And guess what? I taught that class this past week AND three others.

I remembered how to teach.

I made authentic connections.

My body supported me.

The fears I had were unfounded and untrue. In the moment, facing both fear and passion became a way to take my power back.

Yes, postpartum hit me and sent pieces everywhere, but I am finding strength in my ability to sit with the pieces. This is still a journey I am on. There is no way to wrap this up with a bow or a clever ending. I simply want you to know that I am here with you. In the beauty and the pain. I trust myself and I trust you.

I'd love to hear how this lands. How are you meeting your Truth?

Let's connect so that we can build a community of Truth Seekers and change the world.

With Courageous Love,

Angela