Team Dinners, Fred Again, and Mud in My Shoes
This week was loud, chaotic, and—somehow—healing. There were no deep revelations, no dramatic breakdowns. Just moments. Music. Mud. Movement. And a small reminder that joy doesn’t always look tidy.
Let’s spiral.
🥢 Team Dinner Things
It started calm. Ended chaotic. As all great team dinners do.
- Laughed too loud
- Possibly overshared
- Left feeling a little more connected than I expected
I’m remembering how to belong again. It’s not always graceful, but it’s happening.
🎶 Fred Again = Feelings
I saw Fred Again live this week. The crowd was glowing. The bass hit hard. And then the feelings hit harder.
Somewhere in the flashing lights and synced heartbeats, I remembered what it feels like to lose myself in something bigger than me. A beat, a lyric, a moment. I didn’t expect to feel so much—but I’m glad I did.
🪣 Mud Festival Mayhem
No metaphors. Just actual mud.
I slipped. I laughed. I almost lost a shoe. For a few hours, I was covered in dirt and joy and didn’t care what I looked like.
It felt like play. And honestly? That’s been rare lately. 10/10 recommend getting messy on purpose.
🎧 World DJ Festival = Core Memory
Twelve hours of music. One overstimulated brain. Zero regrets.
The energy. The lights. The sheer *aliveness* of it all—it reminded me how much I still crave experiences that shake me out of the mundane.
I didn’t expect to dance for that long. But apparently my body remembered how.
✨ Spiral Summary
This spiral wasn’t internal. It was external. Loud. Messy. Public. But not performative.
- Movement is medicine
- Music heals
- Joy doesn’t always look tidy
Spiral: survived. Social battery: drained. Memories: absolutely loaded.
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