I feel like I’ve been holding my breath recently. Mostly the past couple of months. Occasionally it’ll get out – or, more accurately, it’ll get knocked out of me with a figurative sucker punch to the gut. But basically it’s been hard to breathe lately. I’m waiting for a few major life changes to happen, and I guess I hadn’t realized until today how much of my life I’ve been putting on hold until those changes happen. Being non-commital in general, falling off the marathon-training-plan wagon, barely wrapping my mind around the present day and feeling exhausted just thinking about more than a couple of days in the future.
I can’t wait until I can start breathing normally again. Full inhales and exhales. The things I teach my students to do in yoga, but need to take some actual time to do myself.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am.