Own your breath, nobody can steal your peace

Success morphs into failure when it comes too fast, too early and too abundantly.

I learned this the hard way when I was twenty-six and my left lung collapsed.

It’s called a pneumothorax, which is a fairly common incident among young, tall men in their late twenties. And although the doctor said it was sporadic, I chose to tell myself a different story. A story that would teach me a lesson I’d never forget:

When you own your breath, nobody can steal your peace.

Develop a healthy relationship with your breath. While money loves speed, velocity creates stress, and stress kills people.

You have to honor what stops you. And if nothing stops you, stop yourself.Otherwise, you’ll never get over yourself.
Otherwise, you’ll become a victim of your own conviction.

It’s amazing how quickly humility shows up when you’re incapacitated in a hospital bed for six days with a tube in your chest whacked out on morphine experiencing multiple anxiety attacks.

Interestingly, it was my left lung that collapsed.

Directly underneath my nametag.

Who knew a sticker could be so heavy?

Maybe it’s not a nametag — it’s an anvil.

LET ME ASK YA THIS…
How’s your breathing?

LET ME SUGGEST THIS…
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Scott Ginsberg
That Guy with the Nametag
Writing, Publishing, Performing, Consulting
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