Breathing.

I've noticed lately that I seem to have forgotten how to breathe. When I was younger, I took dance classes, or played baseball, or did some sort of yoga, and I knew how breathe so that I could run the length of a field or dance the width of the studio. When I was in college, we spent long afternoons as BFA in Theatre candidates, lying on the floor of a classroom and learning how to breathe deeper, from our abdomens. I had a strong, low, loud voice already, and the breathing exercises pushed it further and further down into my system. I remember feeling so centered and grounded, even while grumbling that it was unrealistic to expect us to spend 20 minutes before a show finding that low, loud voice. (This was before I really understood the benefit of craft). Today, I seem to have lost that voice, and the breathing that makes it happen. I was just sitting here, at my computer, taking care of various tasks, and realized that I was just a bit short of panting... taking in quick, shallow breaths that didn't even touch my chest, let alone my stomach. I was anxious -- too much to do, too many things I can't control -- and slumped, and not feeling great, but still. Is it too late to make another New Year's resolution? Maybe. Well, I was just looking at some of my favorite quotes on pinterest, and came upon, "You can start 'happily ever after' at any point in your life." That's a little princess-y for me, but I'm still going to see it as agreeing with my instinct -- I need to learn to breathe again. In. Out. Low. Calm. Feeling better already.