I’ve been thinking about my OLW for 20 or so days now…I think I keep avoiding the word that keeps coming to me and I’m not sure why.  Maybe it’s because I think I want something better? Something more unique or inspiring or…ugh.  Well, I’m over that now.  My word is BREATHE.  Over the last few years, I’ve had feelings of anxiety start to creep into my life.  It all started with a job with a description that I loved, but it was at a building where I really struggled.  There were  a lot of private tears shed that year and even a few the next.  However, as life does, a new path was presented to me that led me to my current position, which may open up even more opportunities for me.  Still, those anxious feelings still manage to creep in sometimes.  It happens mostly when I’m in crowds.  My heart rate changes and I get grouchy.  Very noticeably grouchy.  It’s not pretty.  And I need to remind myself to breathe.  And keep breathing.  

So as I add more stress to my life, and my kids get more involved and I find myself in crowded gyms or malls or grocery stores and I know I have no control over those things…I breathe.