Breath, Jim. Breathe
Also, it's sometimes amusing when that word -- breathe! -- magically pops up on instant messenger from time to time when a bunch of us are on a call. My friends seem to intuitively know at just what point in the conversation I'm freaking out -- even if I'm not saying anything. Pretty talented friends I have, eh? The little message is usually pretty accurate, too. This is bad. Ok. I'll start breathing. I tripped over this article on stress and breath today. It's long. Who would have known that breathing was so darn important. Aside from the obvious, of course. Anyway, I'm meditating an hour a day now, and I want to bump it up to two hours a day. How I'll fit that in, I don't know just yet. I'll have to dump some stuff for sure. I'm breathing, baby ... I'm breathing ...
