Sometimes I forget to take a breath.
Moving from project to project, post to post, day to day, and diaper to diaper…
Visions, goals and dreams leading the charge, yet stealing the day.
Not today. Today I drew breath and soaked in the moment. Consequently I laughed, I played, I loved. All it took was a willingness to be still and enjoy my family. Because I was laughing, playing and loving, so was my son.
His laughter seems like magic.
You would think this was the first time I’ve had this epiphany. It’s not.
It happens about every week. I try to be very intentional about my time at work, with family, with God, and with writing. But by being so intentional I’m trying to make every moment matter. I’m finding this forced importance can rob life of what makes it special. It takes reckless abandon for me to just simply “be.” To breathe. To let go.
In a few hours a new week begins. I’m going to start by breathing.
About Cole Bradburn
I'm a writer and doctor in lifelong pursuit of health, happiness, and adventure. I currently live in Raleigh, NC with the love of my life and our amazing boys.