this spring, dance.

there is this ironic twist that happens when you decide to share your thoughts and moments on a space such as this: the busier you are, the longer you go without writing; the longer you go without writing, the more you have to say; the more you have to say, the more daunting it becomes, and simply adds to the list of "i am too busy to touch that right now." and so days and days pass without words, weeks and weeks pass without clicks, and suddenly we are left catching up with a month's worth of shtuff.

but, come on. we're all grownups. let's move past that.

what has this month brought? a community of nothing but absolute goodness, that is what.

we have learned how to greet the days and celebrate the mornings:

we have learned how to forget our troubles and soak up the afternoons:

we have learned how to live the prime of our lives and go without sleep:

we have DANCED with a thousand people in the streets of seattle: flash mob flash mob flash mob 

we have SUNG with a hundred people in the secret gem of seattle: organaoke


i have put my dancing shoes on.


and after some time, after a break from writing and a break from thinking, i have realized that i am absolutely bulletproof. so, chin up and ready to strut: 

i'm happier dancing to the beat of my own drum than that rhythmic spell. cheers to that. 


i was a dancer all along.