I just received one of the best, most affirming texts of my life.
“I danced my face off last night to Drunk in Love. I channeled your spirit to give me the power.”
How amazing is that? I feel like a big bag of rainbow marshmallows reading those words, sent to me by my friend Michelle.
To say I feel “honored” to serve as someone’s dancing spirit animal is a tremendous understatement. Having any part in inspiring someone to dance, to let go, to feel great about themselves is, I think, my highest purpose on this earth.
Dancing is silly, dancing is big, dancing can be awkward or pretty or release pain or celebrate life’s joys.
I like to think that I am silly, I act big (sometimes), I can be awkward (oh yes) and pretty, and I experience life’s pains and joys with equal voracity. To be this way is, for me, to be honest. Honest about who I am and how I am in the world and how I fucking feel about it. I think the world is a better place when more people are honest about who they are and how they feel.
And I think that dancing is a really honest action. We can’t hide while we’re dancing! The nature of the thing is to take up space, to exist, to flash your angles and curves under the lights and to take the vibrations of song and make them into something entirely your own, but shared with the people around you.
Shit. I think it’s time to make a playlist for tonight.