I honestly didn't feel much inspiration today for this post, but to my defense, I've got several plates spinning in the air and am trying to manage them to the best of my ability - or sloth-like ability.
Since I'm human, my reaction to stress is, well, human. During those moments of heightened emotions, I tend to blow things potentially somewhat out of proportion; I find myself easily agitated when the slightest things seems to be not to my liking; I crave sweets and carbs more...ugh, my discipline just goes flying full-speed out the window. And well, my poor husband suffers from my utter bitchiness (just keepin' it real, y'all).
I feel prickly and vulnerable, and *surprise!* I forget all of my go-to healthy habits and handy mantras.
This morning in my yoga class my teacher kept saying - which he says every class - come back to your breath. It's so simple: breathe in, breathe out. That's it. I realized the irony in the simplicity of this statement and it's powerful impact, and I decided that I needed to train myself to call upon this phrase more often.
Here's my plan: keep it simple. Breathe in. Breathe out. No words with it, no mantras, just the natural act of breathing, bu with a conscious awareness. I will allow myself to recognize that coming back to the breath will help me to refocus and identify what, in that moment, is actually important.
Plus, as we all know, so much is fleeting, everything is temporary...this too shall pass.