you. must. chill.

It’s incredible how relaxing sends waves of experiences through my body and images to my mind. I almost can’t focus on the mundane tasks at hand because I’m overwhelmed with musty old feelings being released and tiny revelations with every muscle I consciously unclench. Incredible, too, how the process never ends – I could spend all day focusing on relaxing each muscle that clenches with each perceived threat, each emotion I deem unacceptable, every habitual reaction to stimuli I’ve practiced for years (hehe... stimuli). It’s quite ironically exhausting to remember to relax.