My one little word is BREATHE. Every day, I seem to be in such a frantic rush. I sleep until the very last second before my alarm goes off. 5:45 am. Gym clothes strategically placed on my tub in the bathroom, waiting for me to rush out the door for a quick workout, for “me time” at the Y. I then race in the door, grab my coffee, jump in the shower, and throw my hair in a wet ponytail. “Are you ready?” I call out to my kids in hopes that they have done everything from brushing their teeth to grabbing their lunch boxes. The day goes on and on this way, day after day, week after week, and what feels like year after year. BREATHE. I need to say this more often. The simple act of taking a slow, deep breath every now and then could be my one little word that could make all the difference.