Breathing

Hi, everybody!

I hope you are doing FANTASTIC today.

Another quick post. Sorry, it’s just a habit now to write. I thought I’d be done considering I hit that 100-day streak, but nope, here I am. I’m going to be done apologizing about this now, too.

Breathing. It’s interesting, isn’t it? We don’t even notice we’re doing it half the time. But it’s so very important.

I just finished up running a couple of miles and I finally figured out what was holding me back from getting to my goal: My breathing. Once I adjusted my breathing to the cadence of my running, everything fell into place. Some might say that’s a metaphor. Some might say that’s deep. But I meant it literally. However, we can turn it into a metaphor.

The cadence of your life must be combatted or matched by your breath. Well, it doesn’t have to, but you’re better off when it does. Think about it. When you’re freaking out, right, what happens? You breathe heavier, faster, things get out of control. Slow. It. Down.

You’re having a splendid day. Everything is going well. Your mind and body are relaxed. What’s helping that? You, breathing correctly. Keeping it slow, relaxed, calm, etc.–all that helps you maintain that splendid day. If you start freaking out, well, you know one thing you can turn to is “How am I breathing right now“?

I’d like to look into what’s called “breath-work“. I know it’s getting quite big in the meditation world. Maybe I’ll try it out and get back to you lot about it.

Remember, breathe. Be aware of how you’re feeling and breathe accordingly. It’ll help. I promise.

I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.

Tired Hands

Hi, everybody.

You didn’t think I was stopping at 7 days, did ya? I don’t know how long I’ll keep the streak going but my goal was 7 days and I hit it. WOO. Let’s keep this train chuggin’.

OK, moving on. My hands are legitimately tired. Typing right now is actually creaky/painful to a certain extent. Early arthritis in the hands–could use a hand massage every day (they are so lovely). But I’m not talking about our physical hands here. I’m talking about our mental grasp of things: what we’re able to do to help others when we’re rested compared to when unrested.

There’s a massive difference. Today I know I need to limit how much I give to others and to myself. I woke up with bags under the eyes, creaky hands (I mentioned that already), sore neck, shoulders, and one tired, tired mind. I need to recharge. I need to bring myself through that mental massage so my body, and more importantly my mind, is restored back to where it needs to be.

But sometimes life doesn’t give us a second to take our breath. That’s when we have to force our minds to prioritize our health over everything else. Right now I should be working, but I know where my head is at. I know I’ll be a more effective worker once I rehabilitate my mind for the day. Let’s start there.

Notice when you have tired hands. Take a step back. Breathe. Listen to your body. Listen to your mind. And as Richard Miller says, become “aware and at ease”, and progress.

I have no fucking clue if any of this made sense.

I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.