A few years ago, a client told me that it would be on my headstone because I say it so much.
We laughed. I moved on. But later, it hit me: I say it all the time—not just for them. I say it for me.

Because when things are going well… or when everything is falling apart…that’s all I really have control over.
Me.
My breath.
One moment. One breath at a time.

I started yoga a few years ago. And I love it. But what’s hard about yoga for me isn’t the poses—it’s moving with my breath. I catch myself holding it in, bracing, trying to control everything. And I started realizing… I do that in life too.

I hold my breath.
I hold my stress.
I hold on to things that  I should have let go of.

But did you know that even one deep breath—one diaphragmatic breath—can calm your entire nervous system? It tells your brain: you’re safe. It says: you can let go now.

We all have that power. To breathe. To come back to center. To choose peace in the middle of chaos.

And then I read something that took it even deeper.
That the name of God—Yahweh—is like breath itself. “YH” as you inhale… “WH” as you exhale. The breath we take is His name. The reminder of His presence. His healing. His gift.

So when it’s all too much…
Come back to your breath.
To your body.
To God.

One breath at a time.