I almost passed out during dance today. It was either a hot flash or…a hot flash caused by something other than hormones. But I felt both dizzy and sweaty and I thought a couple of times: “I hope the class will help me if I pass out.”

Instead, I got to lead almost one whole song while Juliet, our teacher, ran to the restroom. She wasn’t feeling terrific, either.

Anxiety follows me constantly: To do this or this. It says: You’re failing again by not moving faster, accomplishing more. I try to feel my belly and my arms in my wool sweater and just love myself. I am only one. I am the one. We are all one. We all swoon under the weight of our own divinity and hope these humble feet will carry us through. They are dancer’s feet. The extend wide to embrace the wood floor. David Byrne’s whole band dances barefoot while wearing suits. Juliet came back. I didn’t pass out.

I would like to devote the rest of my life to helping humanity. I’m excited! I’ll be wearing my bare feet.

I’ll try to stay on them.