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Nope, not feeling it, sorry. And I veered to the right and continued on my way. I was at ecstatic dance, Berlin. For those of you who don’t know what this is, it’s a huge gathering of people. We just want to listen to some music and dance with a spiritual vibe to just let go and stomp romp about. So this is my first time, I had no idea what to expect and I felt a little bit out of place as everybody was wearing very sloppy yoga pants and very colorful clothes, and I had on my leggings and my workout clothes. So I did go with an open mind, an open heart, a broad smile and an openness to learn something. I have this obsession with learning all the time, right, so I’m taking my my mindset, my growth mindset ya, to always be developing and growing into something that’s about just letting go. So, warm up began and having the label ecstatic dance you’re supposed to feel some kind of ecstasy right? Now, I had no idea that my ecstasy was supposed to be initiated by touching strangers. So the warm up was directed by a lovely young lady and she was telling us to walk around and lock eyes with a complete stranger, find our spiritual match and touch each other and literally roll off each other. I felt uncomfortable, I felt out of place and it was weird. So, but I still tried to keep an open mind, and I kept walking around trying to make eye contact with somebody who would who would take me. No one did. Everybody that I felt kind of like a match with was already either taken or, Yeah, they didn’t feel it with me. So the voices started going off in my head. Right? Like, maybe I’m not the right level of spiritual for that person that I felt was spiritually matched or maybe, maybe there’s something wrong with me. Voices look kind of, sounded like the voices of my ex. So I started to tell these voices to shut up, this is my night of letting go and having a good time and just feeling it, feeling it, you know? But this guy suddenly starts to walk towards me in these these huge flappy yoga pants, really drooping ear lobes and a smile of wonder when I look back, It almost looked very innocent, but his piercing eyes caused me to quickly say “Sorry, nope, I’m not feeling it” and veering to a different direction, so I ended up on the mattress for those who didn’t match up with anyone and he ended up being snatched by a partner right away. So while they were doing the rolling off of each other, exercising, feeling the ecstasy, I was alone on the mattress and watching. Eventually I felt a little bit bored and couldn’t wait to get back on the court. I couldn’t help myself peering at that man, but I had politely with an apology rejected and seeing how happy he was to be experiencing what he was experiencing through this warm up with a partner. I was telling the voices in my head again to shut up. Finally, the dancing began. The actual dancing, the music came on, and I just completely let go. I began to dance, I began to feel it coursing in my veins. I began to turn and turn and turn. And as I turned all of those voices, all of those, all of that friction, all of that, what ifs. They all began to strip down and fall off with me and all I could feel was pure connection. I felt the vibe, the ecstasy, the spirit, whatever you want to call it. It was there, It was real, and I felt connected even to the man with the piercing eyes. So, one thing remained and a belief of mine was consolidated that night. Artistic expression, pure, beautiful, artistic expression. Is what connects us beyond anything, any doubt, any aversion. Artistic expression is pure emotion and connectedness. It is a valve that brings us together. And I think that it’s time to make artistic expression a priority in our lives than a secondary priority or a hobby. Let’s bring artistic expression in our education systems and see what it does for the future generations.