Lately I’ve been running through life like a headless chicken: Planning, working, organizing, traveling, worrying, stressing. It’s been hard to keep track of days and weeks and where I’ve promised to be each hour. Yesterday, as I was pulling my hair writing an assignment I decided to be bold and take a break. So I jumped into my jogging pants, rolled out my mat and I did some yoga, I sang my mantra and breathed. Suddenly, things seemed to fall back into perspective. What was all this running and planning and stressing about? I laughed at myself a bit, you know, the kind type of laughter. Sometimes stopping is the best way forward.