ahhhhhh…
In all this craziness, I come home to a home cool enough to dance in and hot enough to chill in…
I sit after dancing to these…
And realize I’m wearing a look I want to call, “Flintstone Chic”…
I realised [with an “s” cuz it almost feels like australia], tonight feels like a night where I feel most like myself.
p.s. Did I tell you I got a real person/adult job? And how I was SO nervous driving to the interview? But then I put on a CD the bf had made me and it started with…
And I had a moment. Pulled over, smiled, danced… hard. And realised that I loved myself most when I was just dancing just dancing to bad pop music/rap. And then for a hot second felt guilty that my favorite self was not saving the world. But, then, no!
If a world that anyone’s saving doesn’t have people who pull over, stop, take a moment to dance, in it… then I don’t want a part of that world or it’s saving at all.
So you all keep loving yourself most when you’re taking big steps forward to save the world and I’ll keep taking those little steps [recycling, eating local, biking, volunteering] to save the world, while making it all worth it by dancing by myself to ridiculousness. [p.s. i hope you’re all making it worth it… hard.]
More on the real job… and the move to Missoula… !! soon.
[much.much. love.love.]
wull hay. 