“Breathe, just take deep breaths…” I remind myself, more often than I care to admit. As my eyes become accustomed to the morning light I kick the covers off my sweat soaked body.
It’s a brand new day, the sun is shining, I can hear the sounds of Che making coffee in the kitchen and I have a great job to go – and yet some part of my sub-conscious hasn’t cottoned on to the fact that there is no need for the fight or flight instinct.
Something I was dreaming of perhaps? Something I am afraid of perhaps? I take a deep breath and need to concentrate on taking the next one, deeply as well. And the next one, until my mind and body calm down and acclimatise to the sanctuary my bedroom offers.
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