We can't live every moment, or even every day, at the same level of importance. It's exhausting, and I'm afraid it's become our habit. It was a revelation the other day when it occurred to me that whatever thing I was doing? It wasn't that important. It didn't warrant the stress or the energy or the tension or the breath-holding I was affording it.
This is not that important. It's become my new mantra, and I can't tell you what a relief it is. We forget, you see, that very rarely are we faced with a life-or-death situation. We forget because we've tuned our stress response so acutely that it responds to the slightest stimuli.
Our bodies are ruling our minds. Or vice versa. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that this, most of this? It's not that important.