A place of peace
Long story short: Tuesday I was diagnosed with "asthmatic bronchitis," and it was a wake-up call for me. I was in denial about the whole asthma thing until then. But from this moment forward, I will take my preventive medication as prescribed, drink plenty of fluids every day, and get adequate rest every night. Because I don't want to end up sick as I was ever again.
You heard it here first.
And now that I have regained the ability to inhale deeply, I am going to return to my daily practice of sitting quietly for ten minutes first thing every morning and focusing on my breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth - slowly, slowly. Eyes wide open, thinking sublimated to counting the breaths: one, two, three, four, then start again.
Why is it so hard to break bad habits and so easy to lose good ones?
Tomorrow I begin my spring break, ten days without the time constraints imposed by my piano teaching schedule. I will miss my students, but I have big plans for those ten days. I need to work on my income taxes, tackle some home improvements, do some spring cleaning. But my priorities are breathing and writing. Everything else will follow.