The mask I present to the world is bland and calm. My shoulders tell a different story; they are tensed into concrete. Relax is a difficult verb for me; it makes me so tense trying to relax. But, but. . .I discovered something
This requires a story-lette. I had to drive fast to be on time for a doctor’s appointment. The practitioner pumped up the pressure cuff. My blood pressure was 135/85. The practitioner, who was maybe 15, chirps at me “go to your happy place” and WE will try it again. I don’t have a happy place, but I conjured up one. It had a beach, and a horse.. The pressure cuff is pumped again. By golly the pressure reading was 117/60. Maybe this relax business all starts in the mind.