In Decembers, you get crazy weeks during which you can think of nothing but worries and parties and worry parties. How much work to complete before the holiday, how much shopping left to do, how much time to devote to anything at all…
You only have a few seconds’ worth of gratitude, followed by minutes of panic, and then hours of what seems to be remorse over choices not made. You do not have time to dwell and yet that’s all you seem to do.
Stop. Take a breaking breath and find a pool of light. Bring out a beloved book and pick a passage to shape with your tongue. Taste the air with every vowel. Memorize the melody of your voice.
Then return to your December and your worries and your parties and your worry parties, knowing that you can always have your breaking breaths.