We were barreling around the beltway. It was late, too late to be out, and we were tired. We were heading to the retreat which I was dreading and tensions were a little high. The discussion was centered around a variety of topics, most of which would have been better tackled at a different time and place. I suddenly realized that I was all but holding my breath. I was aware of my lungs filling but not fully and of my hands gripping the steering wheel in tight J shapes. I started to wonder how often I walk around like that – taking half a breath. The great thing about awareness is that you can then do something about it. And sometimes you literally have to remind yourself to breathe.