Maybe that had something to do with the crazy-ass dream I had last night? I woke up realizing that I had dreamed all night. It was like a very long movie in which I was starring as one of the victims in a very sick psychological thriller. I won't go into the details, but I will say I was creeped out most of the morning.
What got my through my day was simple: my breath. Being able to just return back to my present moment through tuning into one of my most essential actions, breathing, was all I needed to get me out of that hectic head space. When I look around at what's in front of me, instead of wallow in the mind-stuff, I see the wonderfulness that is my life and am able to focus at my tasks at hand.
I know that it is also important to take some time out for the things that deeply affect me. Breathing is getting me through that too.