Breathe

I need to breathe more. I feel this urge to go out take a giant leap, push my shoulders back and just let the air fill me up and carry me, infusing every single cell and every single pore with a life affirming breath of fresh air.

I need to breathe more. Right now it feels that I breathe just enough to keep me alive. I long for more than just being alive. I want JOY and FREEDOM and PASSION, everywhere I look the world is brimming with it. People are walking aroung living and breathing their life purpose and I feel like I'm gasping for air. Taking in just enough to keep me alive in quick short successive breaths and no more.

I need to breathe more. And air like abundance swirls around, around me and I consciously deliberately take in one huge breath and then another and the sweet relief and sense of liberation pours over me as the angst and tension and anxiety wash away with my outbreath. The air around me, not in the least bit diminished by my larger intake of breath, rushes in to fill me up again and I shrug my shoulders with a smile and let it in. I take one breath, and then another and another. This is more than just surviving. This is living.

I can.

I need to breath more and I can. Life delivers to me everything I ask of it and not an iota more. I get to choose. Quick short gasps of breath, or long deep life infusing gusts of air. I'm letting it in.

I can.

How absolutely refreshing it is to know this.