Sometimes I get a feeling that I need more than I've got...then, I eventually realize that it's all been stuck to the bottom of my shoe the whole time I've been walking around looking for it. The trick with dancing shoes is that they need a nap sometimes, but they never, ever die. Different pairs have their own styles, and some have more oomph than others. It's like clapping, everyone does it together as a whole, but they're all individual sounds. It's just a big ol' garden of good news. That's what a proper dance party is.
I don't know how it happens, but I manage to get lost in my own beliefs. What is it that I love, and what should I do to spread it? Well, for one, make sure it's authentic. If not, then you're doing something wrong, and not following your true dharma. Do I use that word? I guess I do, huh.
Just a few days ago, I was feeling kinda grey in the heart region and decided to force myself to go exercise. The question is always what the soundtrack of the work out should be, and on this particular day, Beyonce won the race. I put on my head phones and let Suga Mama flow through my limbs, which encouraged some bitchy running, air-punching and lip-syncing whilst treading on the treadmill. I noticed that I hadn't rocked out in a while, at least not how I'm used to, and I felt a sort of rush from this, because I missed it so much.
The truth of the matter is that I've been a little under the weather, both in my mind and in my sinuses. Ewww. I think it's been spreading...there are a lot of people suffering from similar symptoms that I've been having, and we all know that this sort of thing can seriously alter our general state of well being and self-expression. I took a healthy dose of Porno Galactica today, along with a few drops of Journey. I'm really starting to feel a lot better. I have a cold, and for that I'll eat some oranges. Hooray, medicine can be fun and tasty! Despite my small immunity malfunction, I still ended up at a party the other night, which was probably not the best idea if we're being smart about it, but if we're going to be real instead, then yeah, it was a great idea. Ugly sweaters, good music, rad people and yummy wink nog made for an eye opening night. Who needs to be bummed when you've got so much to be happy about? It's something that happens to everyone, and I think it's part of nature, honestly. Trees have to die to keep the forest alive, right? I can observe things failing within myself, decaying and passing to the next phase. It's all part of the rotation of our physiology. I'd say that if my life were one long college career, I'd be majoring in Fun, with an emphasis in Spontaneous Dance and Joy. But...college is gnarly, and sometimes you gotta take a personal day. Whoa, wait a minute...do I even need to use this as a metaphor? I'm starting to think not. ; )
Saturday
¡NEEDFORSPEED!
Sometimes I get a feeling that I need more than I've got...then, I eventually realize that it's all been stuck to the bottom of my shoe the whole time I've been walking around looking for it. The trick with dancing shoes is that they need a nap sometimes, but they never, ever die. Different pairs have their own styles, and some have more oomph than others. It's like clapping, everyone does it together as a whole, but they're all individual sounds. It's just a big ol' garden of good news. That's what a proper dance party is.
I don't know how it happens, but I manage to get lost in my own beliefs. What is it that I love, and what should I do to spread it? Well, for one, make sure it's authentic. If not, then you're doing something wrong, and not following your true dharma. Do I use that word? I guess I do, huh.
Just a few days ago, I was feeling kinda grey in the heart region and decided to force myself to go exercise. The question is always what the soundtrack of the work out should be, and on this particular day, Beyonce won the race. I put on my head phones and let Suga Mama flow through my limbs, which encouraged some bitchy running, air-punching and lip-syncing whilst treading on the treadmill. I noticed that I hadn't rocked out in a while, at least not how I'm used to, and I felt a sort of rush from this, because I missed it so much.
The truth of the matter is that I've been a little under the weather, both in my mind and in my sinuses. Ewww. I think it's been spreading...there are a lot of people suffering from similar symptoms that I've been having, and we all know that this sort of thing can seriously alter our general state of well being and self-expression. I took a healthy dose of Porno Galactica today, along with a few drops of Journey. I'm really starting to feel a lot better. I have a cold, and for that I'll eat some oranges. Hooray, medicine can be fun and tasty! Despite my small immunity malfunction, I still ended up at a party the other night, which was probably not the best idea if we're being smart about it, but if we're going to be real instead, then yeah, it was a great idea. Ugly sweaters, good music, rad people and yummy wink nog made for an eye opening night. Who needs to be bummed when you've got so much to be happy about? It's something that happens to everyone, and I think it's part of nature, honestly. Trees have to die to keep the forest alive, right? I can observe things failing within myself, decaying and passing to the next phase. It's all part of the rotation of our physiology. I'd say that if my life were one long college career, I'd be majoring in Fun, with an emphasis in Spontaneous Dance and Joy. But...college is gnarly, and sometimes you gotta take a personal day. Whoa, wait a minute...do I even need to use this as a metaphor? I'm starting to think not. ; )
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