The other day, while touring a house with a client, a framed quote on the wall caught my eye:

“I am no longer accepting the things I cannot change. I am changing the things I cannot accept.” — Angela Y. Davis

Six weeks ago I had a surgery that handed my beautifully busy life an unexpected pause button. Focusing on healing became my full time job. Accepting this self care prescription was not just for me, but for those who rely on me. For my family, my coworkers, my clients, and even my dog… 

I began to see how often I’d postponed peace and treated rest as something to earn. I was reminded of how fragile life really is and how important it is to live fully each day.

Overcast skies are illuminating the room with a cool gray light. Steam dances from my hot cup of coffee. My beautiful Labrador, with her soft, black coat is curled up by my feet.

Breathing is the most natural and effortless act we perform. It is the quiet rhythm that sustains life. It is the first thing we do when we enter this world… and the final act as we leave it. Yet, despite its constant presence, we often overlook its power.

It started on a quiet New Year’s Eve. My family and I were gathered together watching the festivities on TV and enjoying our annual spread of appetizers. We were reflecting on the year that had passed. I asked everyone to share a few of their favorite memories. Some moments that made them smile, laugh, or feel proud.