One small shift in my breath

I didn’t change the practice.

I changed my breath.

Just a small adjustment — slower on the exhale, less control on the inhale. That was it.

But everything else followed.

My shoulders dropped. My thoughts spaced out. The urgency I’d carried into the room softened. The day felt less like something to get through and more like something I could move with.

It reminded me how easily we overlook the simplest tools. How breath doesn’t need to be mastered — only noticed.

One small shift was enough to reorient the whole morning.