It’s been so long since I’ve had time and space enough to enjoy a solo dance party. Candles + tiny lamp and all of my room’s shadows come to life. Dancing to their own beats. Doing their own thing.

Tonight the radio playlist is the Love & Basketball Soundtrack – nothing but feel good, up-beat, funky soul music. Honest and vulnerable. From a time when people weren’t ashamed to sing about all kinds of love. And not to mention every thing about these tunes just ooze everyone’s ultimate #RelationshipGoals and the majesty of Black love and their stories. Everyone has had their version(s) of a “Q & Monica” connection; magnetic and deep to the core.

And with the sprinklings of old school hip-hop – raw: message driven and for the people. Don’t know what made me choose this radio station but it was right on time to get me dancing again.

Dancing with/for/by myself has been the most freeing way I’ve learned to be comfortable when left alone with myself. One of my favorite ways to spend time with myself; for myself. As a pastime and form of personal expression it has served me and my mind body spirit wonders.

The past few weeks have been nonstop and filled with vastly great or difficult experiences. I’ve sprinted between such highs and lows and I’m just remembering to create time to be outright good to myself.

So I’ll move and sing and laugh for a bit – until I feel alive and more than well. And until all of my laundry is folded and put away.

I am better for having the courage to dance [and badly].