Your Pelvis Has Receipts

A somatic map of every leap you cancelled and the 3-minute protocol that finally clears the queue

Your pelvis has been hosting a crisis management meeting for the last three weeks and forgot to send you the Zoom link. The agenda? “Should We Finally Move Toward That Thing We’ve Been Postponing Since The Obama Administration.” Attendance includes: your great-grandmother’s unfinished business (she’s been waiting since 1943 and she’s PISSED), your mother’s swallowed ambitions (taking notes, not speaking, classic), and that version of you from 2019 who almost quit her job but instead reorganized her desk drawers for four hours and called it “clarity.”

Your hips hold every direction your blood wanted to run. You can feel it right now if you let yourself: that low heat in the bowl of your pelvis, that pulse that has nothing to do with your heart. Your bones prepared leaps your mind cancelled. The preparation is still there. Warm. Waiting. Patient the way only bodies know how to be patient.

So. You’re feeling tension in your thighs. Pressure in your pelvis. Something weird happening under y…