Breath

In my youth, some combination of Harry Houdini and reading about the Navy SEALs inspired me to practice holding my breath. I don't remember how long I could eventually hold it. I do remember that I could impress whoever I was showing off for.

My practice started in the bath, but I found it was easier in the swimming pool. Eventually, I would sit cross-legged on the bottom of the pool. I was trying to keep my heart rate as slow as possible. The less oxygen my body used, the less frequently I needed to breathe. I also quickly learned that my thoughts were my biggest ally or foe. If I thought about the time or the need for air, I was less successful. If I cleared my mind, or even sang a song, I lasted much longer.

Our attention is powerful, but sometimes focusing on the problem isn't the solution. When I focus on something that is bothering me, it becomes exponentially more bothersome. Especially if it is outside of my control. When I allow my mind to rest and I refocus my attention elsewhere, I have much more control over my actions and reactions.

Can I differentiate my needs from my wants? Is my focus on the right thing? Am I paying attention to what I pay attention to?

Be curious, be kind, be whole, do good things.