Breathe in, breathe out

At 7:55 a.m. I had already talked to the director, shared a google doc, reserved a table at a restaurant, printed out two tasks for the students, sorted some papers, used the accounting app to scan in two receipts, written a schedule on the board, and sent three emails.
I closed my laptop and walked to the next classroom.
The mindfulness teacher had set few chairs in a circle.
On Mondays it is hard to predict how many teachers would show up. We always have more participants on Thursdays. On Mondays it seems that people are too busy getting ready for the week. In order to attend the short practice I always drive on Mondays and arrive at school early. This way I can get things done and still join the gathering.
Three more colleagues arrived, we sat down, feet on the floor, back straight, shoulders relaxed, eyes closed, and let the teacher's voice direct us.
Even though there was noise in the hallways, and my mind drifted to the day ahead, I was able to notice when my mind wondered, refocus on the body parts the teacher asked us to focus on, and returned to my breath. Always returning to the breath. The anchor.
After the productive early morning, after the fifteen minutes of mindfulness, I was ready for the day.
Breathe in, my dears, breathe out. Especially when you feel busy.