‘How to breathe’ is one of those topics that parents never bother to bring up to children because it seems like an innate ability, like ‘how to swallow’ or ‘how to crawl’. Most of us go through life breathing on auto pilot, relying on our body to just do the work for us… It’s something that sits below our level of consciousness. A shallow breath in, a shallow breath out. For our entire lives.
If you have an addictive personality like me, it’s easy to take constructive habits and turn them into destructive ones. The problem lies in funnelling a huge amount of energy into whatever habits you form, be it good or bad for your health. All endeavours need monitoring, awareness, and practice to get right.
I spend quite some time in front of the screen everyday, and unless I get up every 30 minutes my back isn’t my friend. But remembering to do that, and being motivated is tough.
I woke up with the worst hangover on July 1st and did the usual prostrating of swearing to the many-faced gods that I’d quit drinking forever, or at least for a while. When the nausea passed I decided it was a good time to stay true to my word (for once) and go dry for July. I then realised that rhymed and actually thought I made it up… how clever was I? A quick google confirmed that yes, I was clever, but so were about 1,000,000 people before me. Oh well, at least I’ll have company this month!
I grew up in a house full of coffee drinkers. My Dad for example, would drink an entire pot before work and then another one at work. It’s a habit I also got into once I acquired a taste for it – I can actually remember my first cup! It was from an unattended coffee tureen at a party when I was eight. Nasty stuff but boy was I wired! My second was given to me from my acting coach when I was 11 – blue mountain. That was more like it.