Wednesday, April 20, 2011
I Can't Breathe!
Well, I can but only when I don’t think about it.
This morning I was involved with something where out of the blue, the person presiding wanted to focus us so she told us to close our eyes. Okay, no problem. And then she told us to take a deep breath. Hold it. Release. Um, no can do. Un uh. No way.
This set of instructions was repeated two additional times. By the third, I had my nails dug into the palm of my hand. Not only does being told when to breathe freak me out but listening to other people as they do does too.
Yeah, I know. I’m a tad odd. Breathing and cornfields. I’m sure there must be some sort of logical connection between them but I have yet to figure it out. Most likely I’ll be sitting in one of these meetings and have and “ah ha” moment and it’ll all be suddenly clear.
Until then, don’t be surprised when I ignore such tasks and passively refuse to participate in such exercises. I’m not being difficult. I honestly can’t force myself to do it.