Breath through the hard part.

Sometimes I forget to. I think it's like when we would drive over the bridge from Ohio to West Virginia on our way to the farm and I would suck it in, deep. Inhaling and finding safety and comfort in that summer breeze, in watching the green topped trees blur by; only to have my mind racing at the same time, hoping we'd hurry over the bridge so that I could exhale, so I could forget we were a bagillion feet above the earth. I never was great at holding my breath, or at feeling safe on a bridge.

Now, I hold my breath so I can hurry through the hard part; the business decisions. Should we rent a studio? Should we make the sunroom a meeting space? How do I juggle all the things I want to do compared to all the things I should do first? Should we buy more equipment? How do I book that client?

I want the hard part to blur by...I want it to be as quick as we were, speeding across the bridge. So that I can exhale and everything will be smooth, just like the hills on the way to the farm, for every one I climb, there will be one just as steep so sail down. I'm holding my breath, hoping it will hurry.

I've learned today that it can be the breathing part that takes away the worry part. Sometimes you just have to get out of your skin, get out into the cool, crisp, air and breath. That way you can take in all the little moments, even during the hard part, and take each one with a little bit of blurry tree top and summer breeze; a little bit of fresh country vista. Even if it is in your imagination. Breath it in.