I hold my breath more than I realize. I hold it while reading a good book. I hold it while executing an unfamiliar move on the dance floor. I hold it while taking a picture. I hold it while cooking dinner. Sometimes I hold it while driving through traffic filled streets in my car or on my bicycle.
The good news is that I can always begin to breath again.
The great news is that when I notice my breathing it does not change life (still traffic, still fear), but it changes me enough to be able to face life.
I am thankful for the early moments of this challenge that bring me back to the basics of breathing, shifting my focus back to the moment.