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And I would just like your name. To rethink her path. Jardine gaped, awestruck at Lizzie's punk-rock move to a vacuous room in a candy-pastel beach city, with no belongings, no things, to hold her up. It was just her, alone in Florida, with the sun and the ocean. Jardine's partner, Neil, has friends who live in Sprinter vans, rock climbers who park near the mountains and move at a moment's notice. She also knows a couple who left their apartment and jobs and took their kids on the road for a year in an RV. Another family did the same on a sailboat for two years. Then there's the burgeoning world of tiny houses, with low-carbon footprints and a minimalist ideology about daily life. This kind of downsizing has a revolutionary backbone. Because it's more than stripping away objects and debris. It's giving the finger to bourgeois requirements like a home with a two-car garage and pool, a stable life as a proper citizen in the right kind of town. In other words, the meaning you create trumps raw numbers. Sure, look at the numbers and be well informed, but also take time to look beyond the pure numbers and consider what could be, what should be, and even what needs to be. In other words, data is not an answer, it's input. Our ability to make sense of things will always matter. A capacity to bring context, experience, relative (and unrelated) comparisons and intuition to the table. What robots and AI will struggle with is questions such as `So what? Meaning-making is not easy. It takes a lot of attention, wondering, exploring possibilities and bringing together various inputs to draw conclusions, develop good judgement and make powerful decisions. It sounds simple, but so do many things in retrospect.

This is one of the problems of referencing case studies in business and sharing stories in articles. The main point I want to stress about consistency is that it is not about the length of time that you practice; Anytime you want to learn something new you practice. Our nervous systems are built on repetition; I've heard so many people say, Oh I tried breathwork and nothing changed or I tried meditation and it didn't work. When I inquire a little more, they usually say they tried for a day or two and they didn't receive the desired or promised benefit. Imagine you wanted to learn to play the piano and you had never played an instrument and didn't know how to read music. Picture yourself at your first lesson. Would you leave thinking, Oh, piano isn't for me, I can't play? Or perhaps you would recognize that it's going to take time and dedication to be able to read music and make beautiful sounds. The thing is, most of us haven't spent that much time paying attention to our breath or living in our bodies, so it can feel really weird to start a breathwork practice. I am also at a loss to explain why women western equestrians find it necessary to wear extreme amounts of makeup, since no one who rides ever stays clean. From the first, I thought English style riding more elegant and enjoyable, with jumping the skill I most desired to learn. I did not like the artificial, excessive high stepping of Tennessee Walking Horses or five-gaited saddle horses created by weighing down their shoes or the necessity of cutting a nerve in the tail to force the hair to flow in waves. The original Tennessee Walkers were trained to do the running walk, and three- and five-gaited horses were taught the slow gate, or single-foot, in order to allow plantation overseers to travel long distances without tiring horse or rider. Jumping, on the other hand, evolved from cross-country riding, which in Europe necessitated sometimes leaping over fences built during the time of the Enclosure Acts and the transformation of crop land to sheep pasture. Thoroughbreds and warm-bloods are born jumpers, and I wanted to learn to ride in a way that matched their natural abilities. My first horse was a chestnut American Saddlebred which I owned when I was in high school. Originally trained in five gaits, he was a rescue from an owner who had nearly starved him. He recovered and proved to be a good first horse as he was willing and even-tempered.

He had been trained in dressage and sometimes broke into a highly collected canter, a dance in which he changed leads with each step. Speechless, embarrassed to tell him who the fat girl was that was calling until I knew who he was and what the job entailed, I just sat there. He finally said, Well, I'll tell you my name then. My name is Dave, what is your name? Sarah, do you have a last name? Why didn't he just tell me about the job? Look, I'm calling for some information about the job you have advertised. I just want some information about your company. He started laughing at me and meanly asked, How heavy are you? Didn't he understand how difficult it was for someone who knows they need to lose weight to jump right in and start telling a stranger how they let themselves go? Didn't he realize the amount of courage that same person needed to have to admit that they have hit such a low in their life, that they have to be calling someone like him? Dedication to a midsized company for life. And those things aren't bad in themselves, unless our commitment to them is due to fear and being bullied. We hope to live until the day we die constantly learning what to let go of and how to do it, instead of accumulating things and status. An honorable life in our minds would be fluid and even empty by its end, leaving more room for love. It can feel unsettling to sit in an empty space, in a physical and mental and emotional void. But it's just like how boredom gives ideas the room to arrive. The beginning part takes courage, and we remind ourselves that all good experiments take time. When Amanda was a kid, growing up on the East Coast, she'd wait by the wall phone (her beloved Big Button wall phone) for the Snow Day call. For her, this hallowed day off meant turning on the TV, staying in pajamas, and gorging on microwave popcorn.

There was no guilt or sense that she should be doing something else, something better. It always seems so linear, obvious and easy when you look at circumstances from the relative comfort of the story's end. Confusion and missteps are omitted from the story for the sake of brevity, and uncertainty seems quite inconsequential when reduced to a paragraph or two in a white paper. The meaning appears to be reached so easily that we underestimate the effort that creating that meaning actually required. Consider the case of carry-on spinners (suitcases with wheels, for the uninitiated). It seems like a no-brainer, yet we had landed on the moon before we thought to put wheels on suitcases. In 1970 Bernard D Sadow was lugging two heavy suitcases through an airport when he saw a heavy piece of machinery being moved easily though the airport on a skid. He said to his wife, `We should put wheels on suitcases. He dragged his heavy bags home and created a prototype. It worked, of course, although the uptake of the idea was slower than you'd expect. In fact, it took another 17 years for the carry-on suitcase as we know it today, with a telescopic handle and wheels on its base, to be invented and commercialised in the marketplace. In the beginning, it can be very challenging just to be with ourselves, no distractions, just us and our breath and the body that we have been running from for so long. If you want to develop a relationship to your breath and ultimately to your life force and spirit, you are going to have to be in this for the long haul. I realize that might sound daunting, given that this article is for beginners, but it's the truth. Exploring our breath is the start of a lifetime journey of learning, one inhale and exhale at a time, to inhabit our bodies and live from a place of fullness and presence. Being dedicated and devoted to your practice is essential. Before you begin the practices in the next section, spend some time thinking about why you want to practice breathwork. What is drawing you to this modality? Why are you interested in this work? When you are clear on your why, it's much easier to commit to practicing each day, imperfectly of course, with attention, care, and love.

How you practice depends on your home and work life. No one could help me with my equitation as there were no trainers or stables in the county, and certainly few riders interested in the English riding style. Everyone else rode western, and the 4-H clubs were exclusively western, so when I went to the fair I was able to show in only one class and required to ride near the rail (opposite the audience) during the parade because my saddle did not match the others. In most of the country, the 4-H helps young people focus on projects, socialize with like-minded people, and develop confidence. Another equine organization for youth, the Pony Club, is more challenging than 4-H, but it is also more expensive to join. In the absence of any community, I rode alone near the farm where I boarded my horse, exploring the second-growth woods that covered the hillsides eastward to Cross Creek and Reed's Mills. My horse and I followed a seldom-used gravel lane through woods to a creek bottom and up the other side among fields long abandoned and land that was restoring itself after strip mining. We spent hours every day in summer and weekends during other seasons in those woods and fields. That horse was unquestionably the best part of my adolescence, although he could not have known it. During my college years and afterward, I took riding lessons sporadically. When I was in my midthirties, finishing a PhD program and in need of activity entirely different from scholarly research, I decided to fulfill my long-delayed dream and took lessons at a stable that specialized in dressage and jumping. Why didn't they have someone answering the phones that had been overweight and wasn't so condescending? Slamming the phone down wasn't good enough, and I picked it up and slammed it twice more. That guy would also lose millions of dollars again because he didn't understand Basic Marketing. Opening another paper, I saw the same ad with a different number. Can I help you? Have you hired the twenty-nine people yet for losing weight? No, we haven't. Are you interested? How many positions do you have left?