You're probably thinking two things: what exactly is a cuddle party and why would I want to go to one? Well...I decided to sign-up because I was curious (and if you’re wondering, I found the group on Meet-up) and because the thought of cuddling with strangers in a non-sexual way felt really scary and let's face it, kinda weird.
When I walked into the party, I immediately felt my guard up. Normally, when I walk into a room full of people, I'm extremely open, friendly and full of smiles. But here, I was the opposite. I felt cold, distant and generally, bothered.
A woman invited me into the kitchen. ”How many letters...” “Excuse me?,” I said, as I was expecting a different welcome response. “How many letters in your name?” “Uh, I dunno, I can spell it for you…” As I spelled my name, I got a peek into the living room. Blankets on the floor, pillows in place of chairs and two couches pushed towards the walls. I started to wonder what I got myself into.
Once she handed me my name tag, I escaped to one of the couches and sat as close to the armrest as possible. Arms and legs crossed; a "Hello...My name is..." sticker on my long-sleeved, zippered-up hoodie with absolutely no cleavage...I was as open as you could possibly imagine. Alright, cuddle-monsters, let’s get this party started!
According to the cuddle party rules - which were announced at the beginning of the 4-hour session - a cuddle party is a playful social event for adults to explore communication, boundaries and affection. How can touching and hugging and spooning be non-sexual? That’s what this “cuddle party” promised. The rules explained...
First, you must ask permission AND wait for an answer before you touch anyone. Second, a "Maybe" is really a "No" meaning, if you're unsure, just say "No." Third, you have every right to change your mind while someone is touching you and tell them to stop. Cuddling is about staying present and honoring what feels right to you. (I was beginning to like these rules and wondered if could steal them for some of the guys I’ve been dating). Fourth, you don’t have to participate in any of it; you can read, sit and talk, meditate, if you want. And, if you wanted to leave after the rules were read, you would receive a full refund.
The next statement piqued my curiosity: Laughter and tears are welcomed. I started to think about this one. Was this silly? Yes. Could I imagine myself laughing? Yes. But, tears? As I eyed everyone in the room, I started wondering about these people. What if you are someone who has never been cuddled before? Or you were socially awkward and never received a hug, or loving touch before? Or what if you weren’t attractive by societal standards or you had intimacy issues or were just plain lonely? I realized in that moment how this group was needed.
We then did a bunch of role playing. I turned to the guy next to me and we practiced asking, "Can I kiss you?" and our reply was, "No." We did this twice as to practice what it felt like to say "No" and to be told "No." It was also explained that while it is normal to feel attracted to someone and as a male, even get "excited" while being touched, we just couldn't act on it. It wasn't one of those parties...if you know what I mean ;-)
After the rules were read, I ran to use the bathroom. When I returned, seven people were off spooning each other; others were giving each other back rubs; one was getting a foot massage; and...where was I? I was in conversation with two other people...who weren’t touching anyone.
I realized this experience was about me exercising my “no.” If someone asked for a massage, or to spoon behind them, I kindly said, “No, thanks.” While I certainly enjoyed the conversations I was having, I just didn’t feel the need to touch or be touched by anyone. I decided in that moment that I just wanted to leave.
When I announced to the group I was ready to go, one cuddler said, “Oh, why don’t you stay a bit longer...C’mon, be fearless.” (I told them about my challenge and why I was there). I replied, “Oh, just being here and witnessing all this...is fearless enough!”
I was a bit annoyed that she used my verbiage to try and coax me into staying. But, then I remembered...this isn’t about her, it’s about me exercising my voice and saying “no” when I mean “no” and leaving when I wanted to leave.
Even though I didn’t actually participate in any of the cuddling, I received the biggest lesson of all: how fearless it is to walk into a situation and mid-way through realize it’s not for you and ACTUALLY leave; how fearless it is to say, “No” consistently and honor that. And how absolutely fearless it is to learn what you feel comfortable doing and what you don’t.
And, I realized I like to keep all my cuddling...private.
Last night a group of eleven friends and I went to the lower east side to voluntarily get trapped inside an old theater. We had sixty minutes to figure out clues and solve puzzles in order to…(dun-dun-dunnnn) Escape-the-room! I wouldn’t consider myself particularly good at solving puzzles or mysteries, for that matter. Most of the time, I’m pretty chill. When I lose something, I just assume it will show up, and eventually, it always does.
But this fearless act was different than all my previous ones because it required other people in order to finish…and not strangers, but people I knew…so, the question remained: How well could I work together with a group? What role, if any, would I play in helping us escape? And, could we collectively work together to not only escape the room but…make it out (dun-dun-duuuun) alive?
We entered the theater and it was old and dusty with puppets and muppets hanging from the walls. It looked a bit like Pee-Wee’s playhouse gone wrong. We greeted each other with hugs, smiles and general niceties…but would that last? Could someone in our group turn on us? Would it be…(dun-dun-duuun) me?
To protect the integrity of the game and it’s future players…I won’t give away any of the details but I will explain how it went down. Mariah was our host; She told us she would be present in the room and we could ask her for three and only three clues. She then said she would step out of the room so we can look it over and then the game would begin. (Door slams). We all look at each other blankly. We were given one prop to go with. And sure enough, the clock started counting down. Oh, it was ON!
Right away I thought to come up with a strategy. I announced to the group, “Hey guys, maybe we should split up and take a few people over there and back there and see what we can find?” Response? Crickets.
A few seconds later, our first clue was found. I don’t even remember looking at it. I just heard excitement and furry and stepped away so the others can figure this puzzle out. It seemed clear from the beginning that I had no idea how to approach this game, so I left it alone.
And then one superstar evolved from the group…Emily. Part spy, part musical theater actress, Emily just seemed to know where everything was. She opened this, figured out that and she was super calm and cool throughout. It was uncanny, actually. I was started to suspect that perhaps she played this game before. I mean, just who was this Emily anyway?!!
Ten minutes passed and we unlocked a special red button, in which I announced, “OMG, WE DID IT!!! WE ESCAPED THE ROOM! WE’RE GENIUSES!” (Really, I did nothing up until this point!) Jeff responds, “No, this isn’t the end…” and sure enough, the button was pressed and a riddle started playing. Boy, was I wrong. This was only the beginning of my confusion.
Twenty-five minutes passed and we finally gave in and asked Mariah for a clue. And it was a good one. We unlocked, I mean, Emily unlocked yet another box, with two clues. At this point, I felt useless. Did I actually graduate college? Just what kind of smarts do I have if I can’t even figure out this game?
As I pondered my existence, I noticed everyone in the group was working on this one clue while this other clue was sitting dormant. I stepped aside, grabbed it and went on my own.
“Hey guys! Over here!” I shouted. “I unlocked this one!” Everyone was shocked - including me. I started to gain confidence. I felt of value. Yes, yes…I remembered who I was…I was…good enough to uncover one clue!
This began a pattern. Everyone working on one thing and me chiming in, “Hey guys, what about this…” and I led us to another THREE major clues! Like, boom-boom-boom. I was on fire! In fact, after the forth one, I shouted to the universe while jumping up and down like a kid, “OMG!!! I AM SMART…I AM SMART!!!” I was thoroughly impressed with my skills.
I can’t take all of the credit because clearly, we all worked together to get it done. I may have gotten us in one door, but everyone else did the uncovering and solving of the puzzles to get us further. And then…
Four minutes left in the room…palms sweating…heads shaking…voices trembling…tumbleweed floating by…we were at the end of our streak. Could we make it out? Alas…one more lock to undue…and there she was….the big, red button. OMG. Could this be it? And sure enough…one press and the clock stopped at 56:59!! WE DID IT! We made it out. Oh yes, we crushed it.
There were hugs and tears and laughter and high-fives, finger-snaps and fist-pumps (in my mind, that is)…we all received metals of honor. (really, just this group picture) and the satisfaction that we, as a group, escaped the room!
I have to say that this experience restored my faith in myself again. I am smart, I am of value and I CAN unlock mysterious clues that make no sense. And even when doubted, even when people don’t hear me the first time or the second, or even the third or the fourth and sometimes, the fifth…I still speak my mind. I still act on my instincts. And I’m not afraid to be wrong. Cause even if I was, my one idea would lead to someone else's better idea and then maybe an even better one on top of that one…and so on.
So, my friends…when faced in seemingly impossible circumstances, always stay in the game, even if you act like a fool…you will never regret the fun you had while playing.
I read online that Hannah Brencher wrote thousands of love letters to be received by random strangers in an attempt to fight off her own feelings of loneliness and depression. She left them all over #NYC where strangers would find them in the most random and unlikely places. I loved the idea but wanted to take it one step further... What if I hand delivered these love notes to strangers all around the city. What would people's response be? Would they be open to receiving them? Would they think I had some other agenda?
I started with twenty that all said something different. I kept thinking: What would I want to hear? What would make me smile? And I wrote with that intention. My plan was to go to Union Square and then walk down to Washington Square Park, as I really thought the task would be easy. I could potentially deliver all of them in under an hour. Boy, was I wrong!
I waked up to people who were usually alone, as to not interrupt someone in mid-conversation. I began, "Excuse me, would you like a love note?" The first woman nodded and said, "Sure!" Great, I thought... This will be easy. Next few people all said, "No, thank you." Okay, I understand people don't want to bothered but I had to follow up with, "It's just positive words of encouragement..." and they walked away.
My next few attempts were mixed with half of the people accepting and the other half, couldn't be bothered. I looked down after two hours and had thirteen love notes left!!! Omg! How can I get rid of these?
I walked up to two older couples sitting and enjoying the view. "Excuse me, would you like a love note?" To which the old man replied, "Save it for your boyfriend!" I said, "It's just positive loving words...." He said, "No, we're not interested!" Ouch. That hurt.
I walked away feeling my heart begin to close. Why did I want to do this again? What was the point? Maybe I should just stop and forget about it. Maybe everyone is right...People are harsh. People don't care.
And then I asked the universe, but why am I like this? Why do I constantly put myself out there like this and just get hurt? And I heard a little whisper...Because it's who you are and you are needed. Don't let one person stop you... Keep going.
Today, after my class I headed to a coffee shop to do some work. I pulled out my love notes and had eight left. Ugh... But then I remembered what one said: love is all around you. Adjust your focus, see things differently.
I turned to the lovely girl sitting next to me, "Excuse me, would you like a hand-written love note?" "OMG, I'd LOVE one, thank you...I'm having such a bad day!" Finally, someone who genuinely wants one. I picked one especially for her and she said held it to her heart, "I love it." She folded it up and put it in her wallet.
We began talking and I told her about my challenge and about the rudeness I had been receiving. She said, "What about approaching the people in this cafe?" I looked around, feeling uplifted by her suggestion and said, "Okay, let's see if I can give them all away here!"
I approached each table with a little more confidence and sure enough, every single person I asked, enthusiastically replied, "OMG, YES!!! That is so sweet!!" I delivered all eight in under a five minutes. I couldn't believe it!
I walked back to my new friend, Martina and we gave each other a high-five! And then it hit me...To keep your heart open means you let it all in - the good, the bad, the indifferent and everything in between. And if I didn't feel that moment of harshness, I could have never appreciated this moment of victory. We are in fact, ALL needed.
There are two important life lessons that occur when a woman matures into her "forties." First, you generally stop caring what others think about you and two, you realize the annoying inner voice that told you getting your nose pierced is a terrible idea...is actually wrong!
Perhaps I should speak for myself when I say this but I distinctly recall my father telling me I could never bring a man home with any nose piercings! So, I got the subtle hint: NOSE PIERCING = BAD IDEA.
It's funny how many of our inner voices we adopt from our parents. I always thought it was "cool" looking but I never allowed myself to think past that. I always heard that voice: nose piercing...bad idea.
And then recently, I started to really love the way it looks on certain women. And I got to thinking, but maybe I DO want one now, inner voice, I'm old enough to decide for myself, so SHUT-UP! I'M DOING IT!
My good friend, Nikki came for moral support (and because she got her nose ring at age sixteen!) I picked out my little triangular stud and felt a bit nervous in the waiting area. There was another young, sweet-looking girl who just happened to be getting her nose pierced for her 24th birthday! "Wow, I'm almost twice as old as you!" We all laughed. "Are you nervous," I asked. "I'm kinda nervous for what my dad will say," she confessed. "ME, TOO!!!" We all laughed again.
It was painless, it was simple, the piercing artist was also a comedian (I'm making this up, he was just really funny!). And I left thinking...I wonder what other voices are really mine or left-over from my parents. Maybe my forties are about discovering who I really am.
I decided to buy poster board and advertise that my performing in the park was part of my fearless acts challenge. And that was a good idea. I quickly learned that singing alone in a crowded park doesn't garner much attention. I also happened to be next to the booth promoting, National Orgasm Day so, I had some stiff competition. But, my sign definitely sparked interest. People would walk by, read and then take pictures or give me a thumbs-up.
Truth: I wasn't really into street performing. I felt distracted and self-conscious like nobody was paying attention to me. I started thinking of other ways to get attention: maybe I could get people to do a massive conga line or lure a crowd to run into the fountain while singing the "Friends" theme-song. I was just looking for anything more exciting than me, singing with my guitar.
About fifteen minutes in, a young, vibrant NYU student approached me. "I'm doing an article on street performers and would love to talk to you about your challenge. Would you like to grab a coffee?" Perfect, I thought. I was ready to be done.
Her name is Yuki and she's here for the summer taking a music journalism class. She loves New York, loves photography and loves hearing people's stories. My kinda gal. She asked me about everything; my journey; my challenge; why I wanted to be a singer. And when I told her I taught myself how to play guitar at age twenty-five, her eyes lit up. She's only twenty!
"Thank you so much for sitting with me," she said. "I think what you're doing is really special."
Maybe that's what I needed to hear all along.
We parted ways and I continued to sit at the park for awhile. I started to think how I desperately wanted to change the moment, and do something different to make it more fun. But I would have missed out on meeting Yuki.
And sometimes when we want something different to occur than what is actually happening, we miss out on life's greatest gifts.
This was the one “act” that completely scared me: standing up in front of a bunch of strangers in a classroom-like setting NAKED while holding poses for 15-20 minutes at a time. Yep, all the feelings you’d expect were coming up for me but…that’s also what intrigued me to do it. I wanted to know…How would it feel to be that vulnerable? To be starred at for that length of time? Would I learn to love my body more or would I freak-out, cause a commotion and run the other way? And honestly, if I can’t do it at FORTY, when would I do it…at Fifty? Sixty? Besides, it’s a classy, safe environment. I knew it would be okay. What I didn’t prepare for…getting my period. Oh yes, I’m going there! I was on the second day of my menstrual cycle, not feeling good in my body and trying to figure out how to hide my tampon string (I ended up cutting it!) I was nervous, uncomfortable and just wanted to get it over with.
I arrived at the location and decided to make the most of it. After all, it’s not often I get to be called a “model” so I mine-as-well live up to my professional title (this is what I kept telling myself to feel better). I entered the elevator along with some of the “students” and all I kept thinking was…THESE PEOPLE ARE GOING TO SEE ME NAKED IN TEN MINUTES!!! We made our way to the classroom, I entered first, cause you know, I’m the model and was greeted by Simon, the organizer. The class was a FIVE-HOUR Anatomy Workshop & Sketch Drawing Class. Yes, FIVE-LONG-ASS-HOURS! Now, I had imagined the class would have a proper stage in which I would stand, some incredible dimmers and a spotlight with perhaps a smoke machine with a wind-blowing fan for my hair (upstairs not downstairs!)…but no, this classroom had none of that. It was a very cold, office-like setting with unflattering florescent lights (think hospital waiting room) and cheap, portable seats (seriously, some had to sit on a piano bench).
The first two hours were considered the “lecture” whereas the instructor would occasionally ask me to stand up on a very, unstable cube-like piece of furniture (covered by a blanket), which if I wasn’t careful, I could fall into one of the holes. He would then point to a few body parts, describing how they are similar to a baseball or whatever analogy he was using, and then I’d sit back down. And the class was packed; thirty-three strangers were going to see parts of me that not even my closest friends/family would ever see. At one awkward point, while standing on the unstable pedestal, the instructor’s head was right at my private region, in which he pointed and said, “and here’s the pubis…” and all I kept thinking was THANK GOD I left that landing-strip!!!!
I started to relax after that wonderful moment. I realized the only way to truly feel comfortable in this scenario would be to imagine everyone else NAKED, too! And listen, I had plenty of time to fill in the details. I kept myself so entertained that I would catch myself cracking up in the middle of his lecture. (and yes, I was imagining mr. lecturer naked, as well).
After the two-long hours, it was time to start posing like the naked model I was! The room was configured in a circle and I was to stand in the center and hold 3-4 poses for 15-20 minutes at a time. At this point, I was so comfortable being naked, I was cracking jokes, finger-pointing to the students, looking them in the eyes, peaking at their work…I mean, I just didn’t feel exposed at all. The only time I was reminded I was without clothes was when I looked down and saw my thighs…then I thought, oh right, I’m not wearing anything!
But the whole “being starred at” was really no big deal. I wasn’t looked at like a sexual being at all. I was just a model posing so they could sketch my figure. And that was it. It wasn’t like walking down the street in New York City where every corner some guy is undressing me with his eyes and making inappropriate sexual comments. In this setting, I was respected. And the shocking part was…I didn’t feel vulnerable at all. I felt empowered. To be here…at age Forty, openly exposing all of myself…even when I didn’t “look” my best (feeling the extra puffiness from my cycle)…none of it mattered. I just felt free.
I snapped pictures at some of the artists’ work but I didn’t feel any connection to the woman they were sketching. It was strictly their interpretation of this figure (me) and I didn’t take any offense either way. I just observed. And by the end of it, I respected them, as well.
Once 5 o’clock came, I was ready to put my clothes on and leave. Five hours is a long time to observe your insecurities, your weakness, your humor, your strengths, your imagination, your daydreams. I felt full, satisfied…but I couldn’t quite articulate why…until now.
I realized if you were to ask my younger-self what I would be doing at age Forty…I would have never, ever predicted this as my life. And that really thrilled me! Because if you are truly living with integrity, and a sense of self-awareness, you must allow yourself to vier off-path and start blazing your own trails. And that’s me. A trailblazer. The fun and the excitement of life is in the moments, the details, the darkness, the unknown, the surprises, the joys…all of it. And just when you think you’ll be the most scared…you surprise yourself and actually feel the most confident.
I don’t think I’d ever do this type of “modeling” again, but hey, you never know with me. I’m a rebel; I cut strings off of tampons and pose nude while strangers point at my “Mount Majesty” (found this gem on #BuzzFeed.) You just never know what the future holds for me…and I wouldn’t have it any other way. #thisismyforty #nudemodel #artclass #anatomy #nyc #brave #vulnerable #sketchclass #meetup #women
After watching the most amazing 80's TV-movie ever made in the history of the world, Nadia...My dream at eight-years old was to be Nadia Comaneci. I know...I had a lot of dreams, as a kid...but didn't we all?
So, the other day, as I walked in the giant, blue gymnasium at Chelsea Piers, I was instantly taken back to when I was that little girl. And the crazy part was...all the memories of being a kid were flashing back. And what a gift it was to be running, jumping, and SKIPPING (yep, you read that right) along side my eight-year old self. I was giddy with excitement!
We started as a pretty big group and after the warm-up, we were then split into smaller groups: beginners and advanced. Although I have a strong yoga practice, I certainly wasn't confident going to the "advanced" group. I needed to ease my way back in. After all, the memories may be back but I'm still in a 40-year old body! The first thing we did was handstands into somersaults.
Truth: I am usually afraid to kick up into a handstand in a yoga class out of fear I may hit someone or fall over onto the hardwood floor. But on this floor, I felt safe. There were springs underneath and plenty of space if I did happen to fall. Awesome, I thought. I am conquering two fears. The next thing on the agenda was a handstand and fall onto two blue mats (prep for handsprings). As soon as I did my hop, skip and flip onto the mats... I instantly relived all the times I used to do this onto my mothers big, king-sized WATERBED!!! And I started giggling.
And that's pretty much how the night went: another awesome trick; another memory, another giggle, and so on. Occasionally I would peek at what the "advanced" crew was up to and actually started thinking, maybe I can do that! After the 90-minute time travel session, I made my way to the exit doors when I heard a male announcer's voice in my head..."And introducing, one of the oldest athletes to be competing as a Gymnast in the Olympics... Charlene Lite!!!!!" Applause, applause, applause!!! Hey... You never know!
#thisismyforty #chelseapiers #gymnastics #childhood#childhooddreams
I've never been good at team sports and especially ones that included... (get your minds out of the gutter!) BALLS! All through school, I was never chosen first for any team and I don't think I was ever properly taught how to hit a softball. And whenever someone would ask me to play, I would always reply, "I'm just not that kind of girl." But secretly...I always wished I was. I always wanted to be that girl who hits the ball out of the park and was genuinely awesome at every sport...all the while staying feminine.
So, yesterday, I walked in Chelsea Piers and headed straight for the batting cages. "I'm here to hit some balls..." I said. "Ok, how many tokens?" "Tokens? This is for adults, right?" The man behind the desk smiles and nods his head, Yes. I chose three tokens which gave me a total of 30 pitches. I asked for any last minute advice seeing as I don't remember hitting an actual softball/baseball EVER...he said, "Make sure you stand in the box next to the base." Ok, I thought. I can do this. I picked out my helmet and a bat and put my first token in the machine. I was genuinely nervous; heart-racing, palms sweaty. It was conjuring up the same feelings I had when I walked into Planned Parenthood or when I knocked on my neighbors doors to introduce myself or when I went to an AA meeting. Why was I feeling the same when all were entirely different scenarios?
My first pitch comes....I swing and I miss. Second one....nope, missed that one, too. Cut to pitch TEN aaaaannnnd...I missed again. Maybe this is something I can't learn. But, I remember what my juggling coach said, "No one ever fails." So, I put my second token in...And by pitch 6...I HIT ONE!!!!! I was so excited, jumping up and down that I missed pitch 7! By my third token, I actually hit THREE balls!!! I couldn't believe it! I ran out and bought another token. Last ten pitches, I hit FIVE balls! FIVE!!! I walked away on a high. You just don't know what you're capable of until you try. Maybe I am becoming that kind of girl after all.
#thisismyforty #battingcages #chelseapiers #nyc #tomboy #watchout
Last night, in the wretched heat, I decided to stop by a free event hosted at Greenly Square Park. When I arrived, I immediately giggled because from the outside looking in... there were a bunch of people singing and dancing wearing funny colored headphones, but you couldn't hear what they were listening to: hence, SILENT CLUBBING.
I waited in a small line for my colored headphones. I had to give my credit card just in case I decided to leave without returning them, which would cost $100. I was told there were three DJs/stations you could choose: 80s & 90s; R&B Hip Hop; and Top 40. Awesome! This was my kind of dance party! I started with 80s & 90s station (BLUE colored) and was very satisfied with my choice. I made my way into the center of the crowd and became instant buddies with my BLUE-colored crew reciting the lyrics to BBD's, "Poison." We were all on FIRE, literally and figuratively as it was so incredible hot last night, the sweat beads that were falling from my forehead burned my eyes.
Once the RED-colored crew began singing louder, I quickly changed my station and ohhhhh-yessss..."Uptown Funk" was playing and I had to join them and sing. Bright neon-necklaces were being passed around and I was making friends everywhere. I was thoroughly impressed with how big the crowd got. People were everywhere! And the best part, we couldn't stop singing and dancing. It was a blast. After about forty minutes, I just couldn't bare the heat. I danced my way out of the crowd and retuned my lovely colored-headphones. As I made my way home, I couldn't stop thinking how spontaneous the evening was. That on an unexpected Saturday evening, fifty random New Yorkers bonded over colored-headphones, music, summer heat and pure, electric-neon FUN!
#thisismyforty#silentclubbingnyc #nyc #bbd #posion #uptownfunk #dance #summernyc #silentclubbing #silentdisco #quietevents
Last night I performed in my first, ever Burlesque show. It was held at the Slipper Room in the Lower East Side but in my head, I was performing at the Los Angeles Forum in front of thousands and thousands of people, along side Janet 'Miss Jackson' if your nasty!
Oh yes, this one was for my teenage self who used to pause those amazing Janet music videos and try to figure out all the choreography. And truthfully, it was for my inner Rockstar, the girl I dreamed of becoming! And at age Forty, I got to sass it up on stage with some fringe on my hips, belly-showcasing, thigh-high revealing, busty-bra top exposing attire! I embraced every inch of my God-given, womanly, curvaceous, bootylicious body. And that's what a Burlesque show is all about. I, along with these beautiful ladies, have been rehearsing for a few weeks before last nights big performance.
I didn't initially want anyone to come but last minute, I invited my good friend, Nikki for support (and to snap pictures). When I heard her scream my name, I almost teared up! Can you imagine?!? Crying in a Burlesque show?!? But there's something to being fully seen for all that you are: the sweet and innocent; the fun and light-hearted; the deep and vulnerable; the strong and sexy...And to have people in your life who support that, who truly allow you to be you...is something special. It didn't matter what I was wearing, or what I was doing...what mattered was the spark it brought out of me.
So, wherever you on this journey, embrace that beautiful body of yours, honor your past and where it's brought you and remember...you, too can shake your inner Rockstar, no matter your age or status or body-shape!
#thisismyforty #burlesque #slipperroomnyc #janetjackson #sexy #nyc #newyorkschoolofburlesque#livealifeyoulove #missforty
These blog posts are part of my #40daysoffearlessacts Challenge. When I turned Forty on June 6th of this year, I decided to STEP-UP my life and created a "40 Days of Fearless Acts" challenge. Follow along as I step out of my comfort zone, do things that scare me, that I've never done before and/or are just plain silly and make me laugh!