I’m cursed with tight shoulders. This means something, physically and metaphorically. It’s mostly self-inflicted. It could be the stress of a heavy life load, the feeling of trying to crawl to a destination other people seemingly teleport to. I learned (through yoga) that the only way to make those muscles less like rocks and more like putty is to “open your heart,” something my yoga teacher often, thankfully, screams to me (so more like “OPEN YOUR HEART!!!”). It’s a physical act (stretch the shoulders outward, away from the ears, and drop them. don’t bunch up) with emotional parallels: don’t be closed off to contact, with a goalie on call to block that essential organ. Over time, these muscles have started to loosen, and, frankly, it’s amazing… but they’re still tight… probably out of a necessity… that eventually won’t be necessary.