I ask myself what I am thinking right now and how those thoughts are making me feel. The thoughts that came crashing in and disturbed my mind have started to let up.
Before that, there was frustration and exhaustion with people. People living in ways that somehow manage to get under my skin.
Then I come back.
I come back to the fact that there is nothing I can do about other people or the world. I can’t quite say I don’t care, because I care more than I sometimes want to admit.
Maybe I need to go back to the way I used to move through the world, starting with the rhythm of my breath.
I remind myself:
Come back to the breath.
Slow and steady.
And when I come back, the whole world is as it is.
