Advice From My Italian Bodyworker: Just Breathe About it

So I showed up for my massage appointment with Giuseppe, he took one look at me and said with a twinkle, “How are you?” I replied, “I’m fine.” And then the l-a-a-a-a-a-u-g-h-i-n-g began! It really can be fun to tell a lie, knowing it’s a lie, and knowing that the other person can feel it coming — that whatever is about to come out of your mouth at that moment will have not a shred of truth in it!  It’s fall down funny, or at least that’s how it struck the two of us. This was after I left the house and Eric remarked, “Sweetheart, you seem pretty uptight… is there anything I can do for you?” Alas.  Apparently, it was clear to everyone around me that I had my underwear in a bundle about something or other. So Giuseppe said, “Whatever it is, you ought to just breathe about it.”  (Less thinking.  More breathing.  Hey, this could be good.) And then Giuseppe got out his big giant rolling pin and rolled the stress right on out of me. Since then, I’ve been practicing “just breathe about it.”  Meaning don’t think about it.  Breathe about it.  You can’t think and breathe (consciously breathe) at the same time. It’s a great phrase, really.  Easy to remember.  And do-able. If you decide to give this “just breathe about it” idea a whirl this week, please let me know how it goes.  Maybe we’ll all sleep more soundly and wake up ready for the world. Aaaahhh!  Now that’s better.    

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Terri Crosby

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    shiner

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    “You can’t think and breathe (consciously breathe) at the same tim” I might need that tatooed on my hand:).

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    Kimberly

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    Boy, I could use a Guiseppe right now. And a tatoo on my hand 😉 “Breathe, woman!”
    Ok, fine, I’ll breathe…

    Aaaah… that IS better! 🙂

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    Geri

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    Love this…. a great mantra which I will embrace. Thank you!!

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