My doctor (Dr. Leland Stillman) told me recently that I breathe too quickly. I was like, “Huh?” He explained that my breath rate was approximately 16 breaths per minute. I was like “So?” He explained that his wife’s rate was 13 breaths per minute. I was still puzzled. “That doesn’t seem like that big of a difference.”
“You’ll never guess who I’m marrying!” I blurted out to a friend. I was 25 years old and trying on wedding gowns in David’s Village and Bridal Shop when my friend, Susie, walked into the store and I approached her with this exclamation and a wide smile on my face.
But the truth is, I wasn’t getting married. I wasn’t engaged.
I wasn’t even dating anyone at the time.
Self-care is NOT selfish. It provides the body with space to heal. Dr. Olivia Lesslar taught me a secret strategy for self-care which is a great place to start.
Dorothy in “The Wizard of Oz” was determined to find help so she followed the yellow brick road to make it to Oz and to find the wizard who could help her get home. Or so she thought. What she discovered was that she had the power to get home all along. She was unaware of her own ability to get where she needed to go.
I used to worry that no one would marry me if they saw my scar. I covered up the scar, as best I could, at first. I am now a woman who has walked the earth for many more years scarred, than un-scarred. I hide it no longer.
Fear limits our vision. It freezes us. It keeps us living small, safe, yet anxious lives. When we cast fear aside however, we become open to the possibilities of exhilaration and a new level of living.
I’m happy that I made it through. Admittedly, it hit me like a Mack truck. And I’m usually healthy as a horse. But I have no regrets.
There have been days when I’ve broken down and sobbed because of all that’s going down. But there are still ways in which we can bless the year that has brought us pain.
Emails don’t create this kind of awe and wonder. The four walls around us inspire no amount of surprise or joy. We can re-enter childlike awe by simply taking the time to get outside and observe, and even participate in it.
I had always suspected that there was more to my adventuring than my conscious mind could comprehend. Now I saw the truth of it.
Every time I breathe like this, I feel my cortisol levels lower and my parasympathetic nervous system kicks in. It’s a relief.
The moment Mike said “I am not a biohazard” a lightbulb went on. That statement points to the crux of the problem with our current restrictions. They lead us to fear one another.
The moment Mike said “I am not a biohazard” a lightbulb went on. That statement points to the crux of the problem with our current restrictions. They lead us to fear one another.
There have been days when I’ve broken down and sobbed because of all that’s going down. But there are still ways in which we can bless the year that has brought us pain.
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