Literally written last night in a ballroom at a high-top table right next to the dance floor, in haiku form because my brain and body were focused on the music 💃🏾 There’s something about dancing that connects me to my body in a positive, joyful way instead of the critical, deficit-based way that can be my default. Maybe it’s the way the movement makes me feel free. Maybe it’s the way the music quiets the inner chatter and lights up my mind in color. Maybe it’s the fact that I was surrounded by other book-obsessed, sparkly, confident women who all just wanted to have fun. Whatever it was, I want more of it. Here’s to more nights dancing in the company of friends and strangers alike.

xo, adrienne

from the dance floor

The girlies vibin

ballgowns and corsets galore

knees full of regret

 

DJ mixing beats

bodies moving and grooving

who runs the world, girls

 

Playing hits (and duds)

I wonder what will come next

Is this my last song?

 

No it’s the wobble

definitely can’t leave now –

the hips keep swaying