

“I've got to keep breathing.
It'll be my
worst business mistake
if I don't."
- Steve Martin


Juuuuust when I was about to forgive myselffor not exercising lately,
I had an epiphany.
Well, less like an epiphany and more like a lack of air.
Last night in class, when I was mid-rant, I was suddenly short of breath.
I was on a rant...uh...errr...uh...a lecture.....I was lecturing...
and pacing, as I do, and I broke a sweat.
It's great to pace back and forth, passionately spewing some opinion or bit of enlightening information.
I LIKE teaching from a standing position.
I LIKE covering the room by walking while I'm talking.
I remember the days of teaching from a sitting position.
I don't want to go back to that.
Last night, I was out of breath.
It was an awful feeling.
The other day I wrote about my favorite things to do: thinking and writing.
I said that I didn't need to be in shape to do those things.
I was wrong.
See, I also like being able to
EFFING BREATHE!!
I didn't realize I was at the age where I needed to be in training for that.
It's like running every day to be in shape for a marathon.
You have to run a certain distance, daily, consistently, in order to build a fitness level that can handle a marathon.
Apparently, I'm such an out of shape, live-in-my-head, middle aged seat warmer, that the simple act of breathing-while-walking is something I have to train for.
I actually have to work.
I have to build a fitness level so I can speak to a room full of people without passing out.
Ok.
I get it.
I am humbled.
And because I am blessed with amazing people in my life,
I have 3,
yes THREE students
who want to meet me at the gym,
to work out with me,
to keep me accountable.
That's what I need right now.
I need reminders that the strength to live, work and play is not to be taken for granted.
It must be worked for.
It must be earned.
I'm hoping that expanding my lung capacity and getting oxygen to my brain will
help me to BREATHE,
and also
help me regain
a passion for life,
a talent for happiness,
clear-headedness
and purpose.
Yeah, I'm asking a lot of my pulmonary system.
Air.
Oxygen.
Fuel for life.
Spirit.
Inspiration.
Hello, air?
Give me life AND meaning.
Please.
*Lisa's Video Pick of the Day*
"Oxygen = Life"
Just because I'm 'on-hold' career wise doesn't mean
I should be holding my breath.
I gotta breathe!!!
Thanks, Susan!!
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