Currently I’ve been thinking a lot about mortality. About how difficult it is to do what makes you happy, and realising that it’s not difficult to do what you like to do, so long as you get out of your own way.
Last night, I got to dance like I did when I was younger. Before I gained the extra weight before I became self-conscious before I became aware of the fact that you can even feel bad about your body. I danced like no one was there.