Sometimes in healing and self-development, we get so caught up in doing it right. Serious. Focused. Disciplined. Structured.
The meditations. The clean eating. The early mornings. The deep journal prompts. The deadlines and detoxes. And yes, all of that can be beautiful. Necessary even. But it’s not the whole story.
This past weekend?
I partied. Like, really partied—the way I used to when I was 20 or 21. Dancing till my legs burned. 10,000 steps before the sun comes up. Laughing until my stomach hurt. Music blasting, hips moving, no thought in sight except, “This feels so damn good.”
And for a moment, I remembered:
I used to go hard. Dance all night, come home, rinse off the glitter, throw on a work outfit—and handle my business. I didn’t need as much sleep back then—but it wasn’t just youth. It was energy. Vitality. That electric sense of being alive. And you know what? That felt healing. That was medicine.
See, somewhere along the way, some of us got convinced that healing has to be quiet. That it lives only in the sacred stillness of yoga mats and temples. That joy has to be earned through effort, cleansing, or progress.
But joy is sacred.
Joy is the medicine.
And sometimes, the club is the temple.
The bass, the sweat, the sway of your hips—those are prayers too. That laughter, that connection, that glow you feel under strobe lights? Your ancestors knew it well. They danced around fires, not calendars. They prayed with drums, not just words. They healed through rhythm, through celebration, through ecstasy. Somatic healing wasn’t a buzzword, it was embodied living.
So if you needed the reminder today:
You don’t have to earn your joy.
You are the medicine.
And sometimes, the path back to your power doesn’t look like a to-do list—it looks like a dance floor.
Let your joy be loud. Let it be messy. Let it shake something loose.
Let it live.
Let you live.
Let’s goooo 💃🏾✨
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