The wonders of the universe never cease...
A horrid day yesterday (family bullshit) meant I was mid-way between a blue funk and a flat out bad mood when I woke this morning. For the first time in 5 months I decided to dance, hipbelts, pretty bracelets, sweet Egyptian classical music...it was heavenly.
I remembered all the reasons I adored belly dance before making the gargantuan error of going professional. Such madness. Every ounce of joy-juice flat-lined. It all went horribly wrong, I didn't dance for years and TMS beveled back into my life.
What a tough lesson in how not to do things. So I totally relate to that experience.
Joy.
Pleasure.
Hedonism.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
And regarding the smile experiment?
That last paragraph was a beauty for the girl who needed a lift (such an authentic smile). All the moves and the licks
Here's to being brilliant and joyful (though brilliance may be rare as sunshine. Some one has stolen Summer. It's more like Autumn here).
I'm now going to play Led Zeppelin's "Kashmir" LOUD and drink wine. Here's to everyone making a goddam wild and glorious recovery and living an epically authentic, joyful life.