Today, something big happened. I finally had a lil solo dance party! My knee was buggin', but that didn't stop me from dipping it low, doing a lil 1,2 step and live reenactments. It felt liberating to move the energy in my body. I miss going dancing, it was always a moment of reclaiming my space unapologetically, with confidence. Now, how do I live life as if it was my dancefloor? You know I gotta get close to the loud speakers, in a position where I can make eye contact with the dj, *ayyyy*, you just gotta give them their props when they're on the same wavelength! Alright. I got lost. Oh yes, life, dancefloor. Come on now, in that setting, I'd like to be my own dj, in charge of the vibe and pace. That's all I got tonight. I know, boring. Oh well! Gotta have a lil bit of everything :)
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