Did you remember to breathe in?
Or did you let the worries of yesterday, tomorrow, and "what if"s drag you down?
Was the power of the present tense drowned out by the illusion of control that is felt in the midst of worry, regret, anticipation?
How many times did you remember today, "I am alive"?
Did you remember to breathe out?
Did you let the awareness of your breath soak you up and melt away everything else?
Did you count your gratitudes and forget the rest?
Did you remember to breathe?
Sometimes I write them, sometimes I share them.