Several years ago, I was part of that Internet boom, when dot coms were making the world rich with juicy IPOs. I was an associate editor, writing about everything and loving every minute. There were many minutes too – long days of deadlines mingled with the delicious cacophony of artistic personalities working, playing and philosophizing.
But even when you like your job, those kinds of hours wear on you. After lunch was always the deadliest of times – the end of day looming, food heavy in the belly, droopy eyes begging for just a tiny little nap. And then there was Trent. A smart, friendly guy with a few extra pounds, a law degree and a gift for rebellion. I liked him.
Just when my head was about to collide with my keyboard, his song would start.
He’d wind up with a deep intake of air and let out this long audible sigh that reverberated through the entire editorial department. After awhile, he’d do it again. And again. It was uncouth. Socially unacceptable. Why would he do such a thing? Why would he wake me up like that?
So I asked, “Why do you do that?”
“Try it,” he said.
And I did. The deep breath, the audible sigh loud and lush and proud. And I felt better immediately. Lighter. More energized. Less stressed. I was utterly astounded.
“That was awesome!” And I did it again. I still do it, years later.
So go ahead! Deep breath and fill the room with the sound of your exhale. Don’t worry if you’re at work. Just get them to do it too.
