For nearly a year, my right side was locked tight. It began in my neck and gradually spread down until my body felt like a fist. I lived like this for over a year, tense — with my shoulder drawn up, hip fixed, leg rigid, and foot cramping.

At first, I blamed it on my desk setup, so I moved to the floor. Then I thought, "I must be sleeping wrong," so I added a feather topper to my bed, which was already super comfy BTW.

But my body was trying to tell me something that I ignored. It wasn't until I got back into stretching that I realized this feeling was much more than muscle tension.

The unfolding revealed something deep. The stiffness mirrored the emotional constipation I had been feeling — contained, constrained, cautious. I couldn't cry. I was both physically and emotionally dehydrated.

Stretching my body made room for muchness — fuller expression, deeper breath, bolder living.

We carry our constraints in our bodies — the shoulds, the what-ifs, half-truths, and watered-down desires. But the body remembers —EVERYTHING. How to expand. How to reach. How to take up space.

This week, notice where you're holding yourself tight.

What story is living in your tight shoulders?
What truth is hiding in your clenched jaw?
What would happen if you allowed yourself to unfurl?

An Invitation: Choose one area of your life where you feel constricted. Take three deep breaths into that space. Then ask yourself: "What wants to expand here?"

Stretching into possibility,

P.S. I'd love to hear what opens up for you. Hit reply and share. Everything is welcome here.