Breathing

Breathing.

Even a big sigh, relieves so much of what is bottled up inside.
I remember when, I played piano, and if a song was rather challenging, I would stop inhaling and exhaling. As far as I consciously knew, as breathing is involuntary. Even my piano teacher pointed it out. I took piano for ten years, when the songs became more challenging, much more of a joy it was to play feet, hands, eyes, and listening all at the same precise time.

In my senior year, I quit piano, as my schedule became fuller. Starting my academic run, my stress level rose. I also had attained a hard spirit, thus meaning being hard on myself, not giving myself or others a break. Even as I have written that sentence I felt the anxiety brew inside.

Usually, I enjoy being with people as much as allotted, as I am an introvert. There are times I must spend alone and recharge, think, write, empty, breathe.

Then another day starts, my day gets planned as it goes on, little stressors are here and there, and I forget to acknowledge God about my problems. If it isn't present, it is the past.

Then I began thinking. Why hang on? Depress myself, choose to be sad, critical, alone...I mean, introverted people are usually quiet, awkward around new people, think a lot, at least for me, I deal with a lot of things internally, or internal things. I do talk to God a lot.

As this day progressed, I saw myself as getting easier, happier, and letting Jesus do it. Life is much easier. It isn't meaning that I'm dropping my introverted tendencies.

It means that I'm breathing.

Take a night, vegg out, sit, relax, it doesn't have to be the weekend. It can be now. Put the stressors at a stand still.

In....

Out....

Think about it. Tomorrow is a new day.