Sometimes your Yes doesn’t make sense

“Why don’t you move to London?”, said the guy I had been with twice. “What are you afraid of?”, he asked, noticing my hesitation to kiss him as we waited for the night bus. “Do you want to teach Embody?”, when I had never been to a class, didn’t teach movement, and “wasn’t a dancer”.Continue reading “Sometimes your Yes doesn’t make sense”

Permission to Stop Being Social and Just Blurt

I did it. 4 weeks without logging on Instagram, Twitter or Facebook (OK I logged on Facebook, but only to send a quick message to someone I didn’t have an email for. Note to self… this is why you collect emails!) I feel like celebrating. Not only that I stuck to my guns and workedContinue reading “Permission to Stop Being Social and Just Blurt”

Addicted to Joy

We were sitting on the floor in a circle, the sweat slowly drying on our warm bodies, now limber from 57 minutes of moving to music (some call that dancing). “I think I found a new addiction… JOY!”, she said. This was her first Embody class, and she had found her Joy. I sat thereContinue reading “Addicted to Joy”