Dance like your life depends on it (it does)

Good morning gorgeous! It's so lovely to see you on the first day of spring. I want to chat a bit about partying. Surprised? Let's do it.

A couple of months ago my coach gave me a serious prescription. She sat gently on her white couch, leaned in and prescribed me... to party. Seriously, a trained professional told me to go party until 2 am. She had to tell me that because, well, I forgot. For anyone who knows me, you know that a night of Catan, Roots sweats, wine, and an early bedtime is my jam. I’m not a heels at 3 am style human, I just don’t have the calves for it.

She was right, of course. A dance party is good for the soul. We work so hard setting goals, getting up early, remembering to eat kale, and squeezing our brains for every drop of productivity so we can become some future version of ourselves, that we forget the now. We forget that the only way we can make the most of our lives is by living the hell out of them, today.

The Killers came on at a club last week in Nashville, 30-year-old-me knew that 15-year-old me required an emotional, intense, hand-flailey dance party, immediately. My friends agreed. The early 20 somethings at the bachelorette to our right did not. They frowned at their phones and shot us judging looks.

I just can’t look, it’s killing me.

I get it, I was there once. In my early 20s going to the bar was a performance, and one I found exhausting. I mostly didn’t have fun those nights. It was all uncomfortable shoes and creepy dudes buying you bad drinks you’d have to guard with your life. The only good part was the 2 am McDonald's.

I felt for them. I wish I could tell them to just let it go. That you have to stop worrying about what other people think in order to let yourself feel. That silly is more fun than sexy. That your early 20s are hard, and your self-esteem will grow to a point that you won’t need the heels and the hair extensions unless you choose them. That dancing is fun, old emo music is the best, and we should all lean the fuck into this awesome moment.

If you know someone who needs to hear that, let them know for me ok?

Now let’s go have ourselves a morning emo dance party.