I can now look back over many years of living and identify where I was holding my breath - sometimes too long - and losing out on the joy of just exhaling and going with it! Every decision point along the continuum there is that moment when I instinctively held my breath in a last ditch effort to control the outcome: a marriage or a divorce; a healthy infant or a child with a challenge; a fulfilling career or a mundane job. All part of the human condition called living and many outside of my control.
When I exhaled, sometimes what I faced was not what I would have chosen; other times that first breath afterward was filled with joy. When you think about it, to do otherwise, would mean death - not physical death, but failure to breathe out in the next moment could and sometimes did lead to the death of new joy, new life, new adventures and the anticipation of new experiences just around the corner. Thank goodness, God did not close the doors or windows on my soul at each crossroads and was there along with a friend or two, in the quiet, just waiting for me to exhale!