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Yesterday, as I was a couple of hours into working on a new tool I’m excited about, I started to feel Not Good, Reader My chest felt tight, so I took off my bra (even though it was more than five hours before bra-off-o-clock), but I still felt like my lungs were being crushed. Then I realised my tongue was rammed hard up against the roof of my mouth - just like it is when I’m really stressed. I was focusing so hard on the thing I was excited about, I was holding my breath. So I looked it up, and it’s a thing. I stop breathing properly when I concentrate. For YEARS, doctors, physios, and massage therapists would ask, ‘are you stressed? You have a lot of tension in your jaw/shoulders/neck,’ and I would be confused because mostly I’m working on things I’m really excited about, so why would my muscles be more rigid than Kragled LEGO bricks (niche reference). But apparently my body reads ‘focus’ as ‘about-to-be-eaten-by-a-dinosaur’ levels of threat. So - yep not breathing while focusing is a thing called Screen Apnea. And here’s where you can sign-up to get early access to that thing I am excitedly working on (provided I don’t run out of oxygen before I complete it). P.S. I am offering very-rarely available video coaching, for a very specific reason - details here,one spot left. |
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