I don’t know why I can’t stop saying the word jiggy. It’s like I have a poison dart somewhere I can’t reach and it only affects the part of my brain that thinks it’s hilarious to overuse the world jiggy, which is a very VERY specific part of my brain.
It may also be that the word is more nuanced than “get good with...” or “get over...” in my poison dart brain, getting jiggy with something means you groove with it, you invite it into the dance. It’s like the opposite of rejection and judgement. You say, okay, okay, you can dance too.
It’s kind of heart-softee AND it brings to mind young Will Smith doing some fun things with his pelvis and massive white sneakers.
this thot appeared in my brain today and felt like all the cool breezes on all the sweaty necks:
instead of a bajillion little habits that just snare up your flow, what about having one GIANT habit?
Let's back up...
Today was one of those fresh out of the storm days. The week prior, I’d been sidebrained by a stomach flu and felt enough betrayed by life to let myself get a proper pout on.
So, when I awoke today I knew that it was especially important to use the fresh start of this first day of feeling well to prioritize a strong reconnection with my joy. As a joy coach, I know too well how quickly fussy momentums can get out of hand, and before we know it we feel out of control in the life we are creating, which, technically speaking, is probably the worst feeling ever.