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In an effort to drag my body over the line into my 5th decade while retaining some form of muscle tone and cardiovascular ability, I’ve recently reconnected with working out. In particular, dance. There’s this one hip-hop cardio dance studio I started going to about a year ago. I wanted the workout, for sure, but at the time, I was looking for something more, too: a way to reconnect with my body.
I went regularly for a few months then, as it does, life got in the way. I had the craziest year I’ve had in decades; as I wrote on Instagram here, “2019 was a frigging crazy year full of whiplash contradictions. I left my job; I started a business. I buckled under the depressing weight of the state of the world; I felt deeply into the beauty of this experience of life and nature. I dated without success; I took a risk and started a sweet, beautiful romantic relationship where I feel more authentically myself than I have in years. It was… a lot.”
