I should title this learning to breathe because it feels like it is a season of that. I wake up feeling so jumbled and tired sometimes and the only thing that works is loosening my shoulders and inhabiting my breath. There are days I feel ashamed of my lack of progress but I have to remind myself I am not a clog or a robot…I am person and my worth is not limited or bound up in air castles. And I breathe. I keep breathing because isn’t that the ultimate rebellion?