Breathe
Breathe. Breathe in. Breathe out. Easy, right? Not this week. Breathe. It's what My Musician says. Breathe. It's what Coach Silver Fox says. Breathe. It's what my Princess Unicorn says. It's just a race, is what my Tinkerbell says. Thanks kid. I haven't talked much about how I'm feeling with anyone except My Musician. I've chatted a bit with my coach and with my Unicorn but not to the extent that I'm struggling. Why? I hate feeling weak. I mean I can be vulnerable and share dumb things from my life, share moments of struggle but at times like this, IN the moment, I don't know how to reach out and share the depth of what I'm feeling. To share it IN the moment is admitting I'm feeling weak, afraid, uncertain (stupid, I know.) That's what I'll try to do. I'm not looking for anyone to help me feel better. I know this is a battle with my mind and that the battle is effecting my...