This weekend, I went to a dance class.
That probably doesn't sound like a big deal.
But before the pandemic, dance and improv were two of the ways I reset. They got me out of my head, back into my body, around people, laughing, moving, making things up.
Then life changed.
Those things went away, and somewhere along the way I stopped making space for them again.
There was always a reason.
Work. Life. Caregiving. Being tired. Being busy. Having too much to do.
And then this weekend, I went back.
I wasn't trying to be good at it. I wasn't trying to turn it into a performance or accomplish anything.
I just danced.
And I remembered something I think we forget when we talk about finding our voice:
Your voice needs a life to draw from.
We spend a lot of time trying to figure out what to say.
What should I post?
What should I write about?
What's my point of view?
What could I possibly add to the conversation that hasn't already been said?
Sometimes I don't think the answer is to sit at your computer and think harder.
Sometimes you need to go live a little.
Do something that makes you curious.
Go somewhere new.
Have a conversation you weren't expecting.
Make something badly.
Play.
Move.
Put yourself in situations where you're not producing or performing or trying to prove anything.
Because our ideas don't come from nowhere.
Neither do our stories.
Neither does our voice.
Maybe you haven't run out of things to say.
Maybe you just need to give yourself more things to experience.