In my yoga classes, I always tell my students to slow their transitions down, to guide themselves by their breath: the inhale inspires expansion, the exhale contraction or return.
Breath first, in other words.
Entering into the breath in these moments of flux, of movement, allows us to become present, rather than just rushing to be present *somewhere else.*
As in yoga, in life. Where are you rushing to? What's keeping you from getting there? It's in those moments we forget ourselves, our reason for being, and we oftentimes become the ugliest versions of ourselves.
Is that who we truly are? I don't think so. I think that *could* be who we are without breath: desperate, grasping. But if we breathe? Perspective. Space. Self.