I am feeling rather full these days. This December, like so many before, is rapidly becoming about not being overwhelmed by anxiety. What is it with this, the darkest month of the year?
Sometimes, my breath quickens, my heart races and I feel like the weight of the world is descending on my shoulders. Today is one of those days. This week has been one of those weeks.
Its moments like these that make me know that I have yet to release myself from my own tangled web of expectations. Its moments like these that my memory seems to falter and when I try to remember all I can concentrate upon is the blood rushing past my ear drums.
Its moments like these that I become still and I know…and I breathe.