Stiffness and pain brought me to the Kinesiologist.  So there I lay on my back getting ready to be lightly beat with the snap-a-jack.  I look straight ahead at the ceiling and see a piece of paper taped there.  On this piece of paper one word offers inspiration to my transitioning life:  Breathe.

Breathe.

It seems so easy, so natural, so normal, almost mundane.

I still sit reeling over this one word.  All I really need to do is keep breathing.  The big problems of today will find a matching solution in the tomorrows of life.  If they don't then perhaps they didn't need a solution after all.

Breathe seems like such a small imperative action.  I pause in the biggest problems to take a long deep breath, and the problem is cut in half.  As in the counter attack of chess, the problem begins to transform into a stair step to accomplishing my long range goals.

I have found that this word is the first one out of my mouth when something unexpected happens to someone else.

It is ironic that telling someone to breathe seems redundant and unnecessary, but it some how resets focus, by concentrating our minds and bodies on present needs and off of the problems that seem so impossible to solve.

Just keep breathing and you will make it through.  Sometimes the 'worse case scenario' will happen, most of the times it won't, because if you 'breathe' through it you are set up to make better decisions which will solve the problem in the mid and long term time frame.