End of January Post - Full Saturday (yay)

 Last night, I saw my oldest daughter perform in her dance group. Her origins in dance originating in Mexican Folkloric in elementary school and evolving through Latin dance and now hip hop. The most unique thing about this group is that it's all girls ranging in age from 5 - 6 to 32. They were all great and my mind was blown away by how well the young ones moved. And I reflected upon how important it was for the young girls to see the older ones performing all together like one big happy dancing family. The group is MVMT.

After that, I went to one of my regular open mics on the north side to a piece that had the audience doing a clap and stomp rhythm for the stanzas that I then ended with a spoken word section. I'm realizing now that if I just pic one piece and focus on delivering that to the best of my ability, there's no need to do multiple pieces. I NEEDED that before, but I don't need it now. 

The event always has snacks; fruit, popcorn, pretzels. But they messed up and put my favorite cookies in the world on the table. 


The only ones I like more than these are - 



 Note: This is not an advertisement, I just like talking about things I love. 

Till next time, stay Goddess-like. 

Over and out. ☮


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