Forgetting To Breath Again *edited to add the video I spoke of*

How is it possible to forget to breathe? Breathing is natural. We do it without thinking. Just like growing hair and nails-we breathe.

I've never really been a fan of Alanis Morissette. Still can't really listen to her music, but I now love her and one of her new songs-"Incomplete."

The other day I "stumbled" on The View where she first chatted with the ladies then performed. One of the hosts noticed a tattoo on her wrist and asked about it.

Alanis went on to say that it said "Breathe" and that it was "a reminder because sometimes" she forgets "to breathe." I noticed and could feel her slight embarrassment with that admission. I understood completely and felt a bit proud of her for sharing. Instantly I felt I knew her but more surprising was that she "knew" me.

How could someone so successful, creative and with what seems like such an amazing life have moments so filled with anxiety and fear that like me, she forgets to breathe? I suddenly felt so perfectly normal and okay with being imperfect, or as my first favorite song of hers says, "incomplete." "Incomplete." Could I LOVE her anymore? (said like Chandler Bing of Friends fame)

As if she had not already touched me enough with her secret, she went on to share that her songs are as personal as they are because if she holds things in she gets sick. "I have to get them (emotions) out of my body," she added. I understood completely as I just recently learned this about myself.

Who knew a woman whose singing voice has sometimes throughout the years, felt like nails on a chalkboard to me, could in an instant or two touch me so deeply, that when I think of her now, I not only smile, but I breathe.

I thought very seriously about getting my own Breathe tattoo on my wrist. I've been wanting a tattoo for a while but always thought it would be an angel; a reminder that my angel is always with me. I see now that I never needed to be reminded of that fact, and now long to have the guts to "go under the needle" for my "breather."

Last night I settled for a pen to try it out. Today I experienced its power. I wasn't breathing, looked at my wrist, and was back on track. Pen ink I am sure is not good for one's skin. Didn't mom used to tell us "Stop writing on yourself? Your gonna get ink poisoning!" Yikes, no thanks. I realize that just might be an "old wives tale," but now that I'm an old wife, I better not take any chances. I now have some black henna on the way with a whole "It's easy, anyone can do it" kit.

Along with inspiring me to get my own "breather" Alanis touched me with her lyrics to Incomplete. Like her, "I have been running so sweaty my whole life" and it's time I stop beating myself up for not being exactly who or where I wanna be just yet.

"One day, I will be healed."