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How Breath Control Becomes My Best Tool in My Old Job. Watch the full episode on: teevee.mx/breath

How Breath Control Becomes My Best Tool in My Old Job. Watch the full episode on: teevee.mx/breath

I may or may not be a little jealous, but I knew this day would come. She now has a couple of new dance partners in her little family.

I danced my first bachatas with her, even before I knew what bachatas were. When she was sick and fussy, we danced. No steps, just love. Me trying my best to soothe her and let her know I was right there with her. Bounce, rhythm, humming. Lots and lots of love.

We danced, we laughed. I didn’t cry. That would come much later. Baby girl now has a new super man she looks at with those big beautiful eyes.

She used to look at me with her big beautiful eyes and I would melt. She made me feel like a super man. Maybe I was. Our father-daughter dance took us both back to those younger days of dancing our bachatas. We were both babies.

We don’t dance much anymore, but we do work together. A dance of work and marketing. That counts, right? Yesterday, we celebrated the union of my faith, Fe, to Mr. Cesar Ortiz.

Finding Peace and Control Through Your Breath. Watch the full episode on: teevee.mx/breath

Finding Peace and Control Through Your Breath Watch the full podcast: teevee.mx/breath

If you are curious how breath can steady the mind and reshape a life, this full episode is a solid conversation worth your time.

The most powerful control system for your body is right under your nose, and I have leaned on it since I was a kid navigating high tension chaos. youtube.com/watch?v=szA8eK…

Breathwork carried me through years of management pressure and helped me stay calm, present, and useful when everything felt loud.

Had our monthly check-in with my daughter and she reminded me of a rule I drilled into her as a kid. No "buts" after an apology. I refused to raise excuse-makers. Looks like it stuck. Yay, me?

Had our monthly check-in with my daughter and she reminded me of a rule I drilled into her as a kid. No "buts" after an apology. I refused to raise excuse-makers. Looks like it stuck. Yay, me?

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I have no degrees. I do have certifications. One of them took me almost ten years and several attempts to finish. A Degree in Funny. Improv comedy. And honestly, it might be the most useful thing I’ve ever learned. Yes-and. Real team support.

I’m going to tell these stories anyway. I feel compelled to share them, and I hope somewhere in here something lands for you. Take what makes sense and leave the rest on the table. You’ve been warned.

The things I got wrong for a long time before I got them a little less wrong. That’s it. That’s my credential.

What this is, is stories. My stories. The ones I lived, the ones I survived, the ones I’m still figuring out. The patterns I noticed in my own life that turned out to be patterns in everyone else’s life too.

So no. You probably shouldn’t be listening to me. I’m not a therapist. I’m not a doctor. I can’t prescribe you anything or sit you down and help you process your childhood. I mean, I’ve sat with people and listened to some heavy things. We do that too. But that’s not what this is

I moved back into my mommy’s house at thirty years old and had to figure out what kind of man I was going to be about it. I’ve touched the hot stove after being told it was hot. Not once. Several times. Different stoves. So stupid. Same but different burn.