Breathe
It feels so good to breathe.
I don't mean one of those short quick breaths. I mean the ones that you pull in enough air to fill every crevice of your lungs. No dark place inside escapes its refreshment. It just feels good.
I don't think I breathe enough. I run and run and run. I hold my breath for hours, days, months. I think after my first child was born, I didn't breathe for a year and half. Nerves and stress leave me gasping. The demands of today and the needs of others pull me away from a good inhale/exhale combo.
But, when I do stop. When I do allow myself to draw in a big, huge breath, it's like a baby's first inhale as it enters the world. It's like coming up to the surface of the water after a long swim. It's what I'd been wanting to do for a long time, but never allowed myself. And, sometimes, frankly, it's overdue.
I'm breathing today.
And, it feels good.
I don't mean one of those short quick breaths. I mean the ones that you pull in enough air to fill every crevice of your lungs. No dark place inside escapes its refreshment. It just feels good.
I don't think I breathe enough. I run and run and run. I hold my breath for hours, days, months. I think after my first child was born, I didn't breathe for a year and half. Nerves and stress leave me gasping. The demands of today and the needs of others pull me away from a good inhale/exhale combo.
But, when I do stop. When I do allow myself to draw in a big, huge breath, it's like a baby's first inhale as it enters the world. It's like coming up to the surface of the water after a long swim. It's what I'd been wanting to do for a long time, but never allowed myself. And, sometimes, frankly, it's overdue.
I'm breathing today.
And, it feels good.
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