I wanna celebrate life.
Don’t you?
I’ve been feeling the weight of being a human being and all of the implications of attempting to do it right. This year when my birthday rolled around I wanted to spend it thrashing around. I wanted have a dance party, which is no surprise, because that’s what I want to do every year.
However, I’m currently in the middle of a lupus flare up and my spine says “No Thanks.”
So here I am on a Tuesday evening on 10/3/24 writing up the description of a memory I want to create in the future.
I think they call this manifesting.
Do you wanna come manifest with me?
Wiggle some feelings out?
Giggle a whole lot?
Have some silly sexy fun?
I need to thump my heart, head and body to some beats.
I’d love to do that with you by my side.
I’m 100% certain this might require some glow in the dark body paint, a little 30min yoga warm up a 45min dance party followed by a cool down.
An organized flow dance party.
Doesn’t that sound magically weird?
Like something you might want to do on Nov 9th
7pm?
You have to wear socks (and also other clothes, don’t come naked, we’re not there yet) and bring a journal.
Thats the only way to party, with warm feet and words on paper.

No we’re not dressing up as the GLOW cast that will be a different workshop.