breathe. focus.

The emotional manifests the physical. 

Several times a day I catch my shoulders up to my (hate the word literally, but here it is). And actually D points it out. 
We have to bend, then shift. Bend, so we don't break when the shit hits the fan, natch. But then we have to shift to be able to clean up the fan.
(Sorry for the crappy analogy.)
I've been trying to put this into practice for a long time and I still struggle especially now. Who am I kidding. I'm a mess.
Reflecting this morning I know I can't do anyone any good if I'm a mess. So what can I do differently?


It's a day already 🤦🏻‍♀️


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