Gotta be honest, I’ve been going through a “Is this it? Is this gonna be my life?…” phase. Is this gonna be my work, Monday through Friday 9-5, cook dinner, pack a lunch, go to bed… or is there something more? Is this apartment (12 years and counting) and this city gonna be my home, or is there something more? Have I used up all my chances at love, or is there gonna be something more? After work last night I was pretty low, beat down by stagnation, the monotony of life. Today I stayed home, determined to “figure out”

By the end of work today, my back was achy, feeling weirdly weak, and I was just tense all around. When I got home I put on music right away and started dancing. My only requirement was to keep moving one song to the next. As I moved my body started to generate heat all over. Anger rose up. As I danced, images of irritating situations came to mind. I kept going. People who overstepped my boundaries came to mind. Moments when I didn’t assert. Didn’t speak up. It felt like my body was on fire on the inside. I

“It’s like everything inside of me wants to get OUT,” I told her. I knew I held stuff in. But damn, I didn’t know how much. Until my body told me. In the form of nausea, restlessness, and serious anxiety almost every day for the last year. My body was giving me two choices: either find new and more extreme ways to squash this energy or learn to release it. So I started to let it out; tears, tears, tears, coughing, screaming, shaking, singing, writing, talking… and more tears. Releasing all the energy from feelings I’d never let myself feel.

    I spent 20+ years building walls around my own heart. To the people closest to me, I often came across as uncaring, selfish and cold. Thing is, I was terrified of showing I cared. The truth is I was highly highly sensitive and thought if I let my feelings show I’d overwhelm myself and others. The Latin root of the word emotion is movere, meaning, “to move.” Emotions move energy, they move us to action, AND they move other people. If I show genuine emotion there’s a good chance it will move, or stir something up, in the

What’s something that hurts too much to think about? Maybe it’s a strained relationship with a family member a loss of someone you love a loved one who’s sick Maybe it’s a toxic job you know you’ve settled for a toxic relationship you know you’ve settled for Maybe it’s your painful past, or maybe all of the above. For me, for instance, in the last year or so, it’s been the reality that getting married and having kids might not happen for me. It might! But it also might not. The “might not” has been at the forefront and has