- Nov 2, 2025
- 2 min read
At the end of my yoga class yesterday, my teacher Rebekah said “What a privilege it is to feel” and that hit me really deep. As someone who feels everything intensely all the time, it often doesn’t feel like a privilege to feel, it feels more like a curse or a defect. I soak up emotion like a sponge and it’s so much to process. The rollercoaster ride that is living in my own head can be exhausting. But there are these moments where I’m looking out at the ocean or in my car, windows down, blasting music, or writing a song that gives my whole body chills, where I realize how beautiful it is to feel.
I fear the pace this world moves at and the pressure to present ourselves as having it all together doesn’t always give us the space to access our emotions. It’s easier and more practical to numb and dissociate and carry on with our days, with our eyes filled with tears that need to be cried and our minds full of stories that justify holding onto things we’re afraid to let go of. I recently went to an energy healer and at the session, I cried more than I think I ever had, it felt like my heart and lungs were being pulled out of my chest. It was proof that you can’t outrun the pain that’s inside you (and where there is pain there is love).
Long story short, I want to allow myself permission to feel more. Sadness, anger, happiness, fear and everything in between, with gratitude and grace. Knowing it’s a privilege to feel because to feel is to be alive. To feel is to be human.
keep making art and moving your bodies
xoxoxox,
BG
