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Beatrice Glaviano Ӱԭ26, a nutrition sciences major, offers her guide to brain-boosting foods for end-of-semester study sessions.
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Beatrice Glaviano Ӱԭ26 explores how incorporating practices such as stillness and movement into her routine have made a difference in her life. She shares the lessons sheӰԭs learned with her fellow Chargers.
March 4, 2024
Routines are an interesting thing. Frankly, I find the term to be a lot more soft and flexible than Ӱԭhabit,Ӱԭ which often seems to be something we beat into ourselves as punishment. Upon some Googling, it would appear as though habits are subconscious activities that occur repetitively while routines are more so planned. IӰԭm not sure if I truly agree with this line of thinking Ӱԭ or really anything Google says Ӱԭ but thereӰԭs your daily dose of factual information.
Anyhow: routines.
We all have them, one way or another. Whether we brush our teeth in the morning, or bother to floss after, routines are a staple in how we go about our lives. ItӰԭs these little things we do repeatedly over the course of days, weeks, months, years, and so on that curve the trajectory of the life we live, and consequently, the target on which we land upon. Often seen in spacecraft landings gone wrong, when a curve is ever-so-slightly off, there is a risk that one may never reach the landing point. Even if they are small, our habits have a large impact on our lives. Without them, we probably wouldnӰԭt be where we are on our journey now. (Remember that you are always exactly where you are meant to be.)
Over the past couple of years, IӰԭve spent a lot of time figuring out what works for me and what clearly does not. This has taken a lot of trial and error, self-evaluation and questioning, and many mistakes for me to figure out. Even to this day, my routines are changing, and I allow myself to be flexible with them, as I am a human being, and things wonӰԭt ever quite be in a straight line for me. Especially as a creative, haha. You canӰԭt always force (or stop) creativity, but when it eventually ebbs or flows, you just follow its lead.
The practice of yoga is a great contributor in how I learned flow. Yoga, despite its many types (i.e. Yin, Vinyasa, restorative, etc.) encircles a few key concepts: acknowledgement, stillness, and release. Life tends to have a habit of being in constant uproar, doesnӰԭt it? One assignment after the next, another meeting, another chore, another hour drive or grocery run Ӱԭ itӰԭs rather relentless, haha. Yoga is a rock in the churning ocean of our society, and here is what it taught me in order to help stay afloat.
Lesson #1: Learning to acknowledge, accept, and sit with pain.
Pain hurts. ӰԭDuhӰԭ moment, I know. Pain being painful is an obvious thing Ӱԭ you fall on pavement when youӰԭre a kid, and your knee is shredded by the asphalt. Blood trickles in, and you swear youӰԭll never fall on pavement ever again because ouch.
Going forward into the more recent phases of my life, IӰԭve realized that I have been running away from a lot of stuff. You probably have an idea of what that is by now, lol, and if not, eh...youӰԭre not missing much, trust me. Anyhow, there is something about being able to confront that pain that makes letting it go all the easier, even if it does hurt for a little bit. In yoga, itӰԭs not uncommon to feel an uproar of emotion in a certain pose; this is because we are tapping into the emotions our bodies have stored away. Think of it like a traumatic injury. When I was a kid, I had a nasty butterfly-spiral fibula fracture. Even after it healed (and to this day, mind you), the area of the break would occasionally hurt if I got too stressed out. The body remembers things, and even if it hasn't been physically injured, the body canӰԭt figure that out on its own Ӱԭ a reason why we get a stomach ache when we are upset by something, or even worried.
With the practice of yoga, we are able to help our body release those emotions that our bodies have stored away, whether we know that or not. It will hurt. I wonӰԭt lie about that. But try to sit with the pain. Try to understand it, why itӰԭs there, where itӰԭs coming from, and release it. You donӰԭt need pain to function. I find that so many people (IӰԭm also guilty of this) tend to hold onto pain because it is something that defines them and provides some sort of meaning, even if itӰԭs negative, and IӰԭm here to tell you that you donӰԭt need pain to be able to be worthy of existing. You just donӰԭt.
So let it go.
Make peace with it.
And breathe.
Lesson #2: Learning Flow, and How to Flow (AKA: How to Accept Change Even if It Sucks)
I was a dancer for ten years before retiring. I did jazz, ballet, tap, lyrical, and hip-hop during that period of my life, and funnily enough, I was always known for my clumsiness. At one point, my instructor told me that I was the best at falling as I did it so often. It was a bit of a backhanded compliment, if anything, but oh well lol. When I first started my yoga practice, my balance was like that of a newborn giraffe: non-existent. IӰԭd wobble, shake, fall out of the poses and become so frustrated with the fact that I couldnӰԭt mirror the person on the screen exactly. Every single time I lost my balance, I became so angry with myself because why couldnӰԭt I just do it? Why was it so hard?
Slowly, it became easier. Half-moon poses became easier to jump into and holding a single-legged lunge was a lot less complex.
I was only able to balance when I accepted the possibility of falling. That was the real lesson to learn. IӰԭd always been so focused on not falling that I could never find the peace to balance myself. (There is a difference between the two, mind you). Being so worried about what could happen will most likely (and rather inevitably) lead to that thing happening, and, for me, it did. As I became more comfortable with the idea that yes, I could fall, I became a lot more familiar with the notion of allowing myself the grace and forgiveness to get back up. My mind eased out of its storm and smoothed over, allowing me stillness.
Young padawans, life is a series of falling down, getting up, and that moment your ankle buckles on the side of the sidewalk Ӱԭ and how badly you pray nobody sees it.
When I accepted that, yeah, bad stuff happens, but there are also so many good things that do too, life became a lot easier. I was able to flow more. Through acceptance and neutral judgment, I was able to accept things as they were, and move with life rather than against it.
Am I saying to drown in a river should its current become too strong? No, but what I am telling you is that perhaps fighting the inevitable is not the answer youӰԭre looking for, and you know that.
Trust me. (ThatӰԭs underlined for a reason).
Judging your life less frankly makes it a lot easier to live. IӰԭd always belittle myself for not going to the gym or not fulfilling my morning routine in its entirety. Now, IӰԭm familiar with sleeping in on the weekends and bringing true rest into my life. IӰԭm allowed to lick cookie batter off of the spatula because who doesnӰԭt??? Salmonella clearly isnӰԭt real, and IӰԭm just a stack of five-year-olds in a trenchcoat from the brand STEM.
*Salmonella is actually very real, so please donӰԭt quote me and donӰԭt eat raw animal products because thatӰԭs a really bad idea oh my god.
What IӰԭm trying to get at is: allow yourself to be a human. God forbid someone else (another human, mind you, unless thereӰԭs some Men in Black alien piloting some poor schmuckӰԭs body) tell you otherwise.
Lesson #3: Learning Stillness
There is flow, yes, but water cannot always be moving. At one point or another, it will pool and still. Similarly, you must allow this stillness to enter your life. You may immediately think, ӰԭWell alright, Beatrice, if weӰԭre getting all Master Oogway-ey here, what if something drops into the water and it ripples?"
Well, rippled water goes back to being still, does it not? Or the spaces between waves are still.
Life Ӱԭ or at least the one that I am the most familiar with Ӱԭ is a constant series of events that somehow always seem to kick each other on the way out. When something ripples your pool, you must be able to find your balance again. This is one of those critical life skills that will not only make your life 10x easier, but it will also enable you to teach others the same. Get comfy with being uncomfortable. Re-try foods you hate to see if you still hate them. WhatӰԭs the worst that could happen? It tastes bad? The texture is momentarily uncomfortable? Separately, if youӰԭre afraid of social settings, try being a part of the crowd. DoesnӰԭt mean you need to interact; maybe it involves just going to your local or school library and sitting among everyone. Again, no need to interact. Just people watch for a bit. ItӰԭs fun, and you learn a little bit about human behavior.
Funnily enough, I used to be freakishly shy. Like, hide behind my dadӰԭs leg. Now, you wouldnӰԭt ever think I could be so quiet, considering the chatterboxery I deliver on the daily. I still have my shy moments to this day Ӱԭ such as when my mom introduces me to people or a friend tells me theyӰԭre covering my bill Ӱԭ but thatӰԭs just a part of me. The other 90% of the time, well...
Author, in anatomy class: (in reference to the pelvic inlet and outlet) ӰԭIt looks like a toilet bowl.Ӱԭ
My professor: Ӱԭ......Ӱԭ
Also my professor: Ӱԭ...YouӰԭre not wrong.Ӱԭ
I have no shame. The pelvic inlet is the rim and the outlet is the bowl. I am not wrong, and I will never back down from this statement.
Anyhow, what IӰԭm trying to get at here is that IӰԭve been notoriously sidetracked in my conversation and now IӰԭm talking about A&P when I should be talking about yoga. My bad.
Returning back to the topic: Being still can also involve just being bored. YӰԭknow, waiting in a line and not being on your phone or just sitting and waiting while doing nothing in particular. Boredom allows us to regulate our dopamine and serotonin levels, as well as give our brains a well-deserved break from the relentless amount of stimuli Ӱԭ sights, sounds, words, information, etc. Ӱԭ tossed into the good olӰԭ brain bucket.
While yoga does have its moments of stillness in poses such as childӰԭs pose or a forward fold, nothing really captures stillness like meditation, the other key component of my spiritual practice.
Meditation is basically trying to think about nothing for however long. ItӰԭs an attempt to de-rail the mindӰԭs constant hopscotching between ideas and bring attention to the body. Hear that? ThatӰԭs your heartbeat, the acknowledgement of your breath. ThereӰԭs a pause there, too. ThatӰԭs the change from positive to negative pressure in your lungs to produce another inhale, allowing you to breathe and to continue living. Our breath is so important. Granted, EMT class has really nailed this into me, but it is truly miraculous what our body does for us and how it works together.
Your heart is made of autorhythmic tissue, meaning that it can pump on its own without nervous signals. The heart also has failsafes in case your SA (sinoatrial) node gives out, such as the AN (atrioventricular nodes) and the purkinje fibers that are lain all without your heart, which can maintain contractions for a little while if your nodes give up. IsnӰԭt that amazing?? IsnӰԭt that just so freaking cool??
Your lungs provide your body oxygen, something tissues are in desperate need of, including the ones in your heart. Without O2, your heart tissue will get irritable. Your brain tissues get cranky. Every single cell in your body starts to wilt like flowers left unwatered because they lack the oxygen to create chemical reactions. The body, without oxygen, ferments within itself before eventually dying.
ItӰԭs a bit morbid, but thatӰԭs the truth.
The next time you find yourself being hard on your body, remind yourself that your body only wants to love you and care for you. Granted, how it does that may not always be the best, but it will forever fight for your life. Work with that energy with gratitude, with acceptance. Treat your body well, and it will treat you in kind.
Be still and allow yourself to exist.
When it comes to treating your body well, there are multiple factors to take into consideration. The biggest one for myself, personally, was to make peace with exercise. Instead of punishing yourself with a workout, itӰԭs much easier to tell yourself that you deserve to move your body and feel those benefits. Obviously, IӰԭve been decommissioned from the gym for the time being, but even in the movement that IӰԭm able to do now Ӱԭ yoga, pilates, walking Ӱԭ IӰԭm still very grateful for the chance to do so.
Normally, in my mornings, I do about 20-30 minutes of pilates followed by yoga and meditation. A tarot reading may follow after this, but thatӰԭs not always the case (especially on busier days, haha). Exercise isnӰԭt here to make your life hell. ItӰԭs supposed to allow you to release energy that youӰԭve been holding onto, similar to yoga, and provide yourself time to spend with your body.
Movement never was about hating or changing yourself. ItӰԭs about accepting yourself in life, and trying to better your mind, body, and soul for the betterment, not for the pain.
For those who have seen themselves in a mirror and cried with their hands covering their eyes, for those who typed Ӱԭhow to get rid of hip dipsӰԭ into the YouTube search box, or spent hours Googling solutions to the problem that they defined as themselves:
I understand you. I know you. I see you. I was that person, too. I still am sometimes, but we are here to heal and move forward with a lighter foot.
In my notebooks and my planners, I never write Ӱԭgo to the gymӰԭ or ӰԭexerciseӰԭ as a to-do. ItӰԭs just there in my routine written in my wacky cursive as Ӱԭhappy body movementӰԭ as thatӰԭs what moving a body should be. Happy. Joyous. Exciting.
Stop punishing yourself for your existence. You canӰԭt help it. YouӰԭre a human being in a body that wants to exist, no matter what.
Author, looking at the page count and not quite done writing yet: Ӱԭ....Ӱԭ
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Author, turning to face the reader and sighing: ӰԭIӰԭm at five pages of Google doc Times New Roman font eleven and single-spaced. IӰԭve also written more than 2,000 words. Should I continue? Be honest.Ӱԭ
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Author: ӰԭYeah, I think IӰԭm going to stop here for today. I have work in less than an hour and itӰԭs a double, and IӰԭd like to get some journaling in before heading in. I hope you all have liked todayӰԭs entry, and while I wish I could write more on this paper, I fear that it would be 5,000-6,000 words and definitely too much to read in one go. Please expect the next article(s) to be about my self-care routines, as well as the givers and takers of energy in our lives. Please take care everybody, and IӰԭll see you in the next one. Ciao.
Author, shutting laptop and sighing. ӰԭI need more coffee.Ӱԭ
With peace, love, and all the peanut butter, your blogger,
Beatrice
Beatrice Glaviano Ӱԭ26 is a nutrition sciences major at the University of New Haven.
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