I always remember to stretch in the morning.
In a therapy session, I was once asked
why I looked so uncomfortable.
I replied that it was because I was in a therapy session.
The therapist told me to relax,
and for the first time in my life
I was prompted to stretch.
“Never be too afraid of formality
to give yourself the right to be comfortable,” he continued.
On that day
and in that moment
I first explored exploring myself.
Once I felt my comfort was valid,
I could no longer accept not adjusting in my situation.
Once I twisted my back in relief,
contorting my perspective to new angles became my default.
Once my arms stretched into infinity,
how could I cease to fill the expanding universe
with my expanding self?