I really wanted to sit. I carried 3 bags in the drizzling rain as I held space for my girlfriend who’s newborn just peed on her crotch.
I eyed the possible seats and chose one next to a young blonde woman in a purple plaid dress.
Yep, I can squeeze in there and pile my bags on top of my lap.
I didn’t realize until an embarrassingly long amount of time passed (half a subway stop) — my bags were messily piled high not only on my lap but also all over her lap, too.
It’s a NYC no-no.
When I apologized and hurriedly moved them off of her plaid lap, she said “Oh don’t worry about it, we’ve all been there.”
Wow that was a really sweet response. We became instant subway friends.
We laughed and I still moved them off of her, not wanting to ruin this new subway friendship, however many stops it lasts. But she really didn’t seem to mind.
Not only were my bags on her lap, the items inside were spilling out. It’s my Triple Virgo Hot Mess worst nightmare.
As we laughed more I thought I’d tell my new friend about what was in the bags. Why not?
“I turned in to my mother and my grandmother,” I told her as I pointed to my cooler, “I could feed half this subway car right now if needed!”
She laughed with me and said she could relate. We laughed about lugging food around and how smart our grandmas were because they weren’t buying last minute $35 meals in the city. We laughed because when I told her my grandma travelled with a cooler with a roasted chicken inside she said her grandma always had a roasted chicken ready to eat in any moment.
How convenient, and delicious.
I told her I had a few hard boiled eggs in there. Would she like one? With sliced tomato? Perhaps some fresh lemon in your water bottle?
We laughed more when she said she always gawked at her grandma who pushed a granny cart to get her groceries. And what a damned good idea that is! She was barely 30 but said she now had a cart of her own too.
We laughed and laughed. My bags were mostly back on my lap, but sometimes when I giggled they moved and spilled back on to her.
But she never minded.
Then she got up when we stopped at 14th Street and I knew that was it. Do I get her number so we can maybe plan a roasted chicken dinner together?
Nope. That’s super weird.
It’s like a one night stand but on a subway. You just enjoy it and move on.
As she got up I thanked her for the good laugh. She thanked me too.
And then I wrote this story💜
This photo was taken as I walked in to my business class this weekend.
The woman behind me looked at it and said: OMG! How do you take such great pics?
I felt so confident as I told her, I’m obsessed with taking selfies!
We both laughed and she shook her head as if to say, ohhhh.
I take a lot of selfies because I love capturing all of me on camera: my joy, my shine, my curly hair, my sexiness and my glow. The list is endless.
Basically, I love myself and I love my body. I feel sexy and embodied. What I mean by that is that all of me is connected and I use my body as an intuitive tool and she informs me on what feels like my next best move.
Want more BODY LOVE?
Try this: Put on your favorite outfit or nightgown, some lipstick and tussle your hair so it’s messy and loose. Mmmm, yeah. Now press play on your favorite music and lay down on your favorite blanket or maybe on some hundreds!
It’s not about taking the perfect shot. It’s about playing with your smile, your sexy face, your frown. Notice how you feel before during and after your photo shoot! Notice how it affects your mood, your confidence and your interactions with others.
The power of desire is incredibly strong. It has a wisdom inside it that I believe is life changing.
Yesterday I told my friend Catherine some of my desires, including my desire for a new fall dress that I love, silver earrings and colorful earrings.
This morning she came in and handed me a bag. Said she cleared out her closet and found these clothes she thought would look amazing on me.
Each item was so pretty! The navy dress jumped out at me and I felt like a little kid when I ran to the bathroom to change into it immediately.
It fit p e r f e c t l y and I felt like a sexpot in it.
I liked how I looked in my previous outfit — summer hot casual — but this dress really revved my engine.
Everything felt different. I was happy before but suddenly was filled with an electric confidence that had me few even more joyful. I felt out and attentive to others and generous.
All from a navy dress? Yes, and kind of.
It’s all because of Desire.
Something inside me — my intuition — wanted a new dress — maybe to embody a feeling of sexiness? I have been traveling and wearing the same few outfits day in and out. Ho hum.
. . .
Dancing felt more fun in this new navy dress.
I felt so embodied, empowered and inspired. That led to me putting attention on others, splooshing my joy on them!
Next up was a NYC photo shoot where my daughter took this pics of me. I wanted to capture my embodied joy.
My evening plans were the most incredible mix of strange and wonderful. I practiced a partnered meditation with friends and that had me land deep in my body, and I felt electric and turned on.
Last up: Japanese food in my navy dress while I chatted with a friend. Of course I chose the plush couch by the window with the feminine pillows.
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As I waited for my king crab dumplings, I told my friend that my gratitude was for this day. For the sisterhood generosity of Catherine bringing me that yummy bag of clothes.
And it all started with me naming and sharing my desire.
Imagine the possibilities inside that statement.✨✨✨