Apr 4, 2013
Small Breath
Today, I sat beneath the sky and let myself be.
For twenty golden, halcyon minutes, I let myself taste the joy of doing absolutely nothing.
Except breathing. And being.
I allowed myself to exist--for no particular reason, and for no one else--but me.
Why? Because I am not a number, a figure, or a statistic. I am not my Social Security number, or how much money I make. I am not my age, the circumference of my thighs, or where I got that dress. I am not a GPA, a pawn, an asset, or a risk. I am none of these things.
No, this is not an existential crisis.
Yes, I sat beneath the eternal blue and breathed. In, out. In, out.
It was the single most important thing I did all day.