forgot to take my own medicine, ooops.
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Hey friends, 

Some of you may have noticed my email last week was a little lackluster. 

In spite of "doing everything right" (ie, plenty of yoga + meditation, loads of green juice and a borderline obsessive relationship with nutritional supplements), I hit a wall mentally and physically. 

My brain was foggy. I felt off in a frustratingly non-specific way.
The creative gears just wouldn't turn, and that channel of inspiration I usually tap into when writing to y'all? Couldn't find it. 

Questions I asked myself:

"WTF is wrong with me?" 
"What if I can never come up with a good idea again?"
"What does it all meeeaaaan?"

And then it hit me.
I haven't been dancing. 

And while I have a pretty good excuse (doctor's orders after a foot injury 6 weeks ago),
I realized that didn't preclude me from suffering from the effects of not dancing.

Shortly after, a friend sent over an excerpt from an interview with a Rwandan talking about western mental health doctors who'd come to work with the people in his village: 

“ There was no music or drumming to get your blood flowing again. There was no sense that everyone had taken the day off so that the entire community could come together to try to lift you up and bring you back to joy... instead they would take people one at a time into these dingy little rooms and have them sit around for an hour and talk about bad things that had happened to them. We had to ask them to leave. " 

And while I'm a strong advocate for some of what the western world's approach to mental wellbeing offers, this reminded me that just like you take vitamin C if you have a deficiency, the only cure for lack of dancing is to bust a fucking move. 

So, my foot being about 90% better, I went and did just that for 4 hours on Saturday night. And my hips screamed thank you, and my mind shut the eff up, and my heart swelled back to its usual size of explosive, and I remembered the feeling of what it's like to be fully human, present, and alive.

We were all born to be badass.  
And we all still are -- but when we lose ourselves in the daily grind and forget about our (very basic) need to breathe & sweat & feel with abandon, it does something to us.
And we have to do things to bring ourselves back. 

In the spirit of getting down with our inner sparkplug,
we're getting wild + real at The Get Down tomorrow.
There are still a handful of last-minute tickets left 

For those of you not in NYC:  I've still got new tunes for you  â™¥

Loving you ~
xo Tash

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