But First, Meditate.
Every morning I sit in this space. (Well, most mornings, when I can … sometimes after milks are poured and waffles toasted, jammies pulled over heads and sandwiches wrapped in plastic.)
I tuck in around myself and breathe.
At first my inhales are short and gasping, my throat still flustered from keeping up with everyone else’s demands; but then I breathe again — this time…