"Just Relax."

The bus driver said that to me after a hard run to the bus stop this morning. Even still, I pulled out my wallet, wanting to pay the fare. He reminded me again, "Just relax for a while! You've made it." Almost as if to say, "You've done enough." Almost as if he knew what was going on in my life. Kinda like God was speaking through him. "You've done enough for now. Stop pushing yourself. Stop pushing others. I'll see that the rest is taken care of. I'll call on you when I need you."

Late-night stretching, tensing, relaxing. Ankles feel shaky. Calves and thighs still strong. Abs could be better. Upper back is the worst. Too much pressure on the neck and shoulders as well. Must keep good posture. Feeling the blood flowing through my veins now, especially in my arms and fingers to the tips. Like they want so much to do something, anything. Hug. Hold hands. Write. Breathing is shallow on its own. Late-night deep-breaths exert me moreso.

The body is electric. The mind is eased. The joints and muscles feel fluid, no longer tense.

And now, the self is relaxed.