I’d dabbled in aerial arts a bit over the years. I’d taken a few silks classes, and even tried the flying trapeze. It was fun, but also painful and very physically challenging. It never seemed like the best investment of my time and energy—I had a business to run.

But when my grief and overwhelm turned into burnout, I found that I needed that once casual hobby like I needed air. The flying trapeze forced me to focus my thoughts, manage my breathing, and talk myself through both frustration and fear. It integrated my thinking brain, emotional energy, and physical body into one singular focus. As I climbed the ladder, I left my worn down intellect on the ground. Things became very simple: breathe, listen, focus, hold the form, do the trick … don’t fall.  … link to full length article at Fortune Well.