11/52 : DANCE

Dance like no one’s watching, hey?

One teenage dream of mine was to be a professional backup dancer. After a year at a Performing Arts school in Melbourne, I realised the reality of it wasn’t actually what I was after. The joy was in the movement, in the release, and I could do it anywhere at anytime.

There’s such an energy in moving your body in time with the beats and rhythms of music. And there’s a vulnerability too — a chance to let yourself go. It feels like freedom and a little bit like coming home to yourself.

The best thing is that it’s available to us at any moment of the day. A chance to feel that freedom and energy and release always right there at our fingertips… or should I say, toetips?

5/52 : FAVOURITE COLOUR

My current favourite colour is yellow. You know that deep yet bright mustard? For me, yellow represents joy and warmth together. It’s the colour of the boldest and happiest flower, and the colour of the devoted and wise sun.

It’s playful. It makes a statement. It’s comfort. It’s declarative. It’s magnetic. It’s welcoming.
It says: I am friendly, I am here, I am the beacon.

I’ve heard that if you list the meaningful reasons why you like your favourite colour, you’re actually listing what you like about yourself…

3/52: SMILE

The prompt for this week was simply “smile”. To think about something that makes you happy and capture that moment.

It could be: Your sweet puppy dog. The way the light shines through leaves right before it sets. Your child’s giggles echoing through the house. The way someone has said I love you. The scrumptious dinner you’ve had recently. Friends who get you. Breath. Sunshine. Life.

Whatever it is that makes you happy, we had to capture ourselves in the bliss of it.

This is me, thrilled with a haircut. Outwardly, that may seem superficial, but it’s more than that, it’s what the haircut represents. It makes me feel fresh and new and reflects the change I’ve felt within myself recently.

A big change. A hello-here-I-am change. A change that’s subtle to the observer, but on the inside I feel cracked wide open, as thought I’ve finally fallen into myself. The me I’ve always meant to be.

She’s always been close - this version of me - and yet often just out of reach. Like I’m barely a few steps behind. Close enough to feel and know and imagine, but never exactly fully a part of me.

But now, she’s here, integrated and ready. And so, to showcase what I feel on the inside, here’s a big change on the outside.