Then my cell phone rang and it was my mom. She sensed my restlessness and asked what was really going on. I took a breath…and I begin to spill my guts. She listened without interruption. Just an occasional, “I understand.” After what was probably 30 minutes of me talking and her listening, I realized that I had reached where I was going.
I said to her, “I’m sorry I’ve been talking this whole time. I feel better. I guess I just needed to breathe.” And she replied, “Breathe this way any time.”
After I heard those words, I was able to step back and look at the big picture of my day, and really my life. I learned that allowing myself to breathe centered me and allowing myself to talk about what was bothersome helped me gain perspective. But the biggest thing I learned is how important it is to have someone listen to you. It is our deepest desire to be heard.
In hearing myself, I understood that whatever daily trials I encountered – I was still here. I had the same power to accept those feelings of defeat that I had to reject them. I was going to get through this day just like I always have. And I was able to remember this because someone took the time to listen. This simple gesture breathed life back into my day.