I don't know when it happened or how it happened... but I am now a "nose-breather". That's right, I like to breathe through my nose. I swore that I would never be one of those people. You know, the kind that stand right next to you, taking big sweeping breaths through their honker; the air whistling as it goes in an out.Yeah, that's me, now. And I actually enjoy it. Maybe it's because it forces me to slow down when I breathe. There is no way to do it except slow. It's very therapeutic.
I know it's loud, but I can't help it. I know I've crossed over to the dark side.
But at least I'm in good company.
