Waiting to Exhale
I looked at my calendar and realized its almost past mid October! I looked at my last blog entry and it said August... Where did the time go? Where did I go? What have I been doing and how could I have let so many weeks go by? I kinda just stopped doing my thing to do my thing?
"Life" It just happens. It gets in the way, we get side tracked, we become involved...we get caught up in work, relationships and pure nonsense. The Hours, Days, Weeks, Months and Years get past us...It goes by quick and the older I get it goes by faster. All I know is that trying to catch my breath in between these moments is getting harder as I feel my breath is being caught with sighs and exhaling has become difficult because through all the sighs... it catches and now I am "Waiting to Exhale".
What is it about that holding breath? That one breath that you have been holding onto for so long that if you let it go you know you are not holding onto to anything? When in your clear mind, when initially taking that breath it was full of excitement, hope and anticipation but now it is suspended in a capacity that is suppose to expand and there is no place for it to expand. That breath was exhilarating. It was refreshing...it was cleansing! It filled my lungs with new-ity! I liked that breath and I don't want to let it out! Where will it go if I do and what will happen to me?
No wonder I'm more dizzy than usual... the space for that air has become constricted! There is not enough circulation and it is settling like lead in a balloon. It needs to be released but what will happen when I finally release it? What will happen to it?
I am glad in reality, I have not turned shades of blue! Thank goodness for that because blue has never been my favorite color or my favorite state of mind! but the shades of purple that have lingered I have become so accustom to and rather fond of... but I would imagine the artist I am, I would be fond of another tone if I could learn to breath again.
Do you know this feeling? Do you understand this breath?
We...I can not live with out air. I want to feel... the rise and fall of my chest. I want to feel the cool movement of air not the burn of hold. There is so much more of it to take in...
If I exhale, I will feel my shoulders fall and my muscles relax... I will feel circulation again. I will see a new color return. It is something I must do... I must exhale. It's time.
Time will continue to move and moments will still happen so holding my breath will not stop any of it from happening. Time doesn't stand still for anyone and the amount of breaths taken in or out... are apart of the life that just happens!
Sigh... Sigh... Breath out... Exhale!
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."
Meet me In St. Louis,
Kitryn Marie
"Life" It just happens. It gets in the way, we get side tracked, we become involved...we get caught up in work, relationships and pure nonsense. The Hours, Days, Weeks, Months and Years get past us...It goes by quick and the older I get it goes by faster. All I know is that trying to catch my breath in between these moments is getting harder as I feel my breath is being caught with sighs and exhaling has become difficult because through all the sighs... it catches and now I am "Waiting to Exhale".
What is it about that holding breath? That one breath that you have been holding onto for so long that if you let it go you know you are not holding onto to anything? When in your clear mind, when initially taking that breath it was full of excitement, hope and anticipation but now it is suspended in a capacity that is suppose to expand and there is no place for it to expand. That breath was exhilarating. It was refreshing...it was cleansing! It filled my lungs with new-ity! I liked that breath and I don't want to let it out! Where will it go if I do and what will happen to me?
No wonder I'm more dizzy than usual... the space for that air has become constricted! There is not enough circulation and it is settling like lead in a balloon. It needs to be released but what will happen when I finally release it? What will happen to it?
I am glad in reality, I have not turned shades of blue! Thank goodness for that because blue has never been my favorite color or my favorite state of mind! but the shades of purple that have lingered I have become so accustom to and rather fond of... but I would imagine the artist I am, I would be fond of another tone if I could learn to breath again.
Do you know this feeling? Do you understand this breath?
We...I can not live with out air. I want to feel... the rise and fall of my chest. I want to feel the cool movement of air not the burn of hold. There is so much more of it to take in...
If I exhale, I will feel my shoulders fall and my muscles relax... I will feel circulation again. I will see a new color return. It is something I must do... I must exhale. It's time.
Time will continue to move and moments will still happen so holding my breath will not stop any of it from happening. Time doesn't stand still for anyone and the amount of breaths taken in or out... are apart of the life that just happens!
Sigh... Sigh... Breath out... Exhale!
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."
Meet me In St. Louis,
Kitryn Marie
