April 1 snuck up on me while I've been daydreaming about the 30 days of April...
what could I do for 30 days? how about you?
what could I commit to?
what would bring me more joy and less worry?
I started a list like I always do...
- post every day on This Being Alive
guest post? interested? drop me a note.
- do one push-up, then two, then three
and then 30 push-ups on April 30th?
- send out 30 pieces of writing
- meet 30 new people
- write 30 postcards
to a different person each day
or the same person each day?
Today I went on an artist date with a friend to Centenary College in New Jersey to see the
Carolyn Dorfman Dance Company.
My heart was pounding by the end. in a really good way
This heart-pounding thing has broken me open,
in a really good way.
So, I may drop the list, or not.
But I like the idea of 30 days. it's an easy number
I know I want to do this:
To give myself permission to feel fully alive
no matter what
embrace the artist dancer writer painter playwright
who lives in me
try new things
take a risk
shake my blue-jangled butt
from my birthday belly dancing class last September
make a ruckus of some sort or the other
come out of my shell