This week has gone by in a flash.
It helps that I have to be a bit on the move. With the remodel still going on, we have people working from 8:30 a.m. till 5 p.m. every day, which means no napping, no sleeping in. Which is fine. I’ve gotten a lot done. Lots of yoga, errands, shopping…even a day with Ali and Lexie. There of course has been running – I have 10 miles slated for tomorrow, the most I have ever run in my life – and I spent from 8:45 a.m. till 3 p.m. yesterday at a spa. It was awesome, and I’d like to justify it or make excuses for it or apologizes, but I’m just not going to. Going to a spa for an entire day was a luxury and a gift and I enjoyed the beejeezus out of it and though I probably won’t do it again, any time in the foreseeable future, it was awesome and just what I needed.
Well, wanted.
This week has been all about breathing. If you’re a little hippie, you know what a big deal breathing is, and how people don’t really breathe appropriately. So much can be resolved by a couple of really deep, cleansing breaths, and it’s cheap and easy. For me, stopping and breathing deeply is hard. It’s a chore. It feels funny. I don’t have the patience. Just the same, I know I feel better when I do it.
So in yoga this week, and while running, and while getting a massage, I’ve been practicing my deep breathing.
I can’t say I don’t continue to suck at this – I’m a Type A, jittery kind of person, after all – but I can tell you that this week I was made very aware of what a raving basket case I have been. I received a text from my old job, asking for help in tracking something down. Immediately I tensed up and became exasperated and anxious and then…whoa. Let it go. I’d done a pretty good job this week in letting go, and I wasn’t about to undo all of my hard work. I helped the best I could, smiled, took a deep breath, and carried on.
I’d like to believe I’ll be carrying this with me each day, and I feel pretty lucky to have this week to have the time to incorporate this practice into my life. I really had been walking around like a chicken with its head cut off, and now I have a tool to combat this.
Later? Body brushing and self-abhy and why I think this stuff is really important.
