Stopping The Day To Breathe
I’ve learned to accept the fact that it takes an hour, at the very least, to get out of the house on any given day. It doesn’t matter if we’re going somewhere for 5 minutes or 5 hours, it is impossible to do it in any less time. Some days this is okay, some days it is absolutely dreadful. I find myself practically hyperventilating from the amount of deep breaths I have to take on days like that. We always make it to our destination, even if I’m as frazzled as a crazy beheaded chicken. Weird analogy, I know, but you get my point.
Sometimes I even close my eyes and reach out for a higher power to get me through the day as I‘m doing my deep breathing in the middle of the grocery aisle or in a parking lot. I know everyone has those moments.
It used to be that I only needed to take deep breaths when I was exercising, or before a piano performance when my nerves would be twisted up in knots. It always helped me to get through. Very deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth. When any child I’ve cared for, be it my own or someone else’s, gets hurt and begins that gaping mouth cry sans sound, the deep breath comes in very handy.
Remember to breathe. Take in the air around you and let it refill your body with life. We all need it, we often simply forget it’s there.