Spinning Wheels and Out of Breath?

Here's the thing.
 
We find ourselves so busy - in a day, week or month -  that we can barely breathe.
 
Where did the day go? Where did the week go?
 
What did we do today that made us feel like we were spinning all day out of breath?

The question is: can we stop for a moment and joy that breath that comes in and out of us so transparently, without a thought?