Unless you acknowledge it exists, you’ll never know it’s been there and gone.
Unless you take it, you’ll never know its power.
Sometimes, you’ll see it in a colleague as they hold for a breath or dive in.
When they hold, what comes next is thoughtful. Curious.
When they dive, the energy turns to defense, attack, and ends in regret.
It only takes a breath.
In that breath is suspension – like a trapeze artist between bars.
And, a single choice.
There’s always time, you know.
For one breath.