There are some things you do because you have to. Work. Bills. More work.
Then there are the things you do, like breathing, because they are a part of you. You don’t always know how much a part of you there, until you have time to take a deep breath, and exhale and realize how long it’s been since you last doc a good, restorative breath.
I’ve been painting more nights, but not lately, and the last few nights, I realize that it’s not until the palette is good and messy, that, often for the first time each day, I am breathing normally.
I’ll keep doing the things I have to do. Working. Paying bills. But I know, one of these days, I will find a way to make a breathing the main priority.