This just in: Jane Fonda, recently turned 77 years young and battling some self-esteem issues (who did this to you, Jane????), has one unused tool left in her emotional health toolbox, and that tool is a mother fucking shrine.
I've found myself backsliding a bit of late in terms of where my thoughts have tended to reside (not always with the generosity of vision I wish for) and my confidence has been iffy for the past four months. So, while meditating today an idea came to me: I'm going to create a shrine to myself–or, at least, the self I wish to be, the self who began to manifest when I was a young girl before the shit hit the fan.
That's real. If things were going poorly and I were an ageless workout video queen, BFFs with Gloria Steinem, and/or described by the New Yorker as "impeccable and straight-backed," I would probably get a shrine going, too. As it is, I mostly just check social media and carry my cat with me from room to room.
Anyway, lest you think this will be some ordinary, run-of-the-mill shrine, Bitch Please:
I will spend the new year collecting objects and symbols that will do that. One will be from my 4th grade school report. Things that remind me that I'm brave. I've been forgetting that. I will put a special candle on the shrine and burn sandalwood and put some special Native American artifacts that I've treasured over the years in honor of the Mohawk Nation where my Fonda ancestors built their homestead.
Everybody: Please send Jane Fonda some positive holiday vibes to go along with her objects and symbols. Because she is a national treasure, and deserves to love herself as much as we love her.
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