I Forgot To Breathe

Most times, it’s best to just begin.

No heading or title to lead you. No special path to walk.

We want a plan—a course of action, a curriculum to follow. But that’s often just someone else’s idea of what you should do to get to where you think you should go. At some point, you have to stop following someone else’s suggestions and take a risk. Step out on your own.

I know… easier said than done.

I’ve had to do it many times, usually after tremendous suffering. No one ever told me, “Trust your inner knowing and move forward. We’re here if you need us.” Instead, I listened to others—people who, without realizing it, tried to direct my path from their own fear and insecurity.

It’s taken years to understand that. Mind-blowing, really.

So dream.

Do the research. Then step onto the path of your choosing.

You might fall. It might hurt. Feel it—but don’t take it personally. Refocus. What did you learn? What are you aware of now that you weren’t before?

Recalibrate… and keep moving.

Because the truth is, none of us really know what we’re doing. And if someone says they do, it’s usually bravado.

Pause. Breathe. Meditate for a moment… or five.

Be humble. Ask for help. Seek guidance.

And then—keep moving.

I write a lot about Aloha—about sharing our Sacred Breath. And yet, even I forget to breathe sometimes when fear tightens its grip. But then something shifts, and I exhale.

And in that exhale, there is space again.

Space to breathe. Space to reconnect.

That’s what was happening to me these past few months.

I forgot to breathe.

I even stopped writing this blog.

So if you’re standing still right now, I want to encourage you—keep moving forward. Even when the path is littered with broken dreams. Even when you can’t see around the next jagged turn. Even when the rearview mirror magnifies every mistake and makes it hard to trust yourself.

Keep going.

Because I’ve learned there is no end game. No single path. No solid ground that stays fixed beneath our feet. Everything shifts. Everything changes.

So when I say trust, I’m not talking about blind faith.

I’m talking about building a relationship with your inner strength. Settling into your inner being—the Highest Self that lives within you.

It’s funny… I feel the urge to talk about the messy, littered path. But when I start writing, somehow only sunshine and blue skies come through.

Ironic.

Then again… that’s kind of my life.

A little all over the place. Mostly smiling. Still moving forward.

And honestly—I don’t mind picking up a little litter along the way.

It helps keep the world I live in clean.