Come Out Of My Shell

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 


a word 
photo 
poem 
memory
story
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
speak up
ease up
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
              
join me.