At Odds

I had one of those days. It started out as one of those days, and it continued as one of those days. Nothing tragic happened, other than I seemed to be at odds with the day, rather than in the flow of it. A steady building up of frustration with no apparent outlet.

I could have told my Sweetheart how much I appreciated the limes she went out of her way to get me, and left it at that. Not more than a moment after she handed her gift to me, I decided it was a better idea to let her know how I was feeling. To my deep appreciation, she did an amazing job of listening to me, even though I wasn’t doing a very good job of expressing myself.

She came up behind me, resting her head on my shoulder. Her arms embracing me, with her hand on my chest, “Breath,” she said gently, “just breath.” I felt the air around me entering my body. My belly rising. Awareness coming back to my being. An exhale felt down my skin, followed by another breath in, then out again. It is good to remember to breathe.