I woke up this morning with an incredible urge to dance. I was wondering when that desire would resurface. I think I’ve been suppressing the need for movement expression knowing that, to dance here on this private resort island in Turks & Caicos, is to dance alone. And what I miss, besides movement itself, is
I was PMSing and quickly getting sucked into a "woe-is-me" attitude. All I wanted was a pity party for one, complete with red wine, dark chocolate and freshly popped popcorn to soothe my soul. The thought of putting on an emotional mask to go out into public felt exhausting. But I'd already purchased a ticket to see "Break Through" presented by Pole Speak at Body & Pole.