I’ve been singing this song today as I’ve been at work:

Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don’t be afraid to care.
Leave but don’t leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don’t sit down it’s time to dig another one.

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.

Pink Floyd’s Breathe.  And I’ve been singing it because I’ve needed to remember to breathe.  To not hold my breath or hold back in what I’m feeling or experiencing or needing.  Trying to be mindful of the situation that is stressing me out while remembering that it is only temporary – it will pass – it is the circumstances that come with the people I’m dealing with – and that’s ok.

I just need to breathe.

Funny enough, when I texted SB in a moment of frustration, he said to me to breathe.  And I was doing my best to do just that – breathe.  Inhale – exhale – and just be.  At least in reading his words, I was reminded that I was doing something right – or at least trying in between feelings of wanting to kill the next person with the stupid question.

Sometimes a day needs a theme song – and sometimes, like today, that song is more a mantra than a reflection of the situation.  All I know – is that without breathing – focusing on getting through the moment instead of worrying about the next one – I would have been in worse shape at the end of the day than I was.

And that’s good because the alternative would result in handcuffs and not for kinky fun….