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Shaking up my routine




The past month of life as The Movement Movement was punctuated with juicy and wild moments of abandon. I found myself moving to the rhythm of my own heart’s wishes. And, out of a deep need for some self-care, I found some meaningful, intentional movement.


I haven’t been depressed, or even melancholy (familiar territory). Instead, a more insidious, nagging state emerged: life was feeling… well, mundane.


My life was feeling so. very. repetitive. The rhythm of my days was prescribed: wake up, get the kids ready for school, take the kids to school, work, pick the kids up from school, make dinner, go to bed. Rinse. Repeat.



Even without the demands of family, I tend to fall into patterns that seem to bind me to the same schedule, location, or rhythm. This month, It was feeling downright oppressive.


I needed to shake up my own routine.


I needed to remember that I chose this life. All of it. I made choices that brought me stability, family, responsibility, and even the routine. I wanted these things. I still want these things.


I realized that I needed to also choose my day. Each day. Every morning. I needed to decide to choose it and to actively participate in it. I needed to feel free from the aspects of my life that were feeling like a cage.


I decided to try something new. Now, I wake up (before the family) and decide to: meditate, write, stretch, dance; or, a mix of these. The time varies, sometimes it’s just five minutes! I record my results to allow myself one more layer of reflection and deeper thought about whatever bubbles up.


The first day, I did:

  • Seated meditation (5 mins)

  • Free-write (5 mins)

  • A short improvised dance based on the most prominent thoughts/emotions from the meditation and writing (45 seconds)


In the meditation, I became so unbelievably angry! My lingering thoughts:

  • I am angry that my dad is losing his memory, and eventually his identity.

  • I am angry at myself for not being in better shape.

  • I am angry that I have let myself go, in part.

  • I am angry that I am bored with what I have made.

  • I am frustrated by my own lack of engagement.


I tend to free-write in poetry or list form, below is what came out on the page. Again, I was not unpleasantly shocked by the veracity of my own feelings.



You welled up from the depths,

A roiling, boiling rage.

Dense and fluid,

I observe your utility,

Nod at your purpose.

Angry? Yes.

Bitter? No.


Change looms.

Like spring.

Bursting with life. Blooming. Teeming.

And the rains. Incessant, unrelenting rains - soaking the path.

The sun, bright and gentle, peeking out with a reminder: it's all part of the process.

The dance of life.


And, finally, the release that only dance can offer!


I needed to experience the anger that was bottled up inside.  



In this video, I see myself shaking. My energy is bound, stilted, and churning. I am seeking, searching for something. I see my own self-sabotage. I am in the kitchen. I wipe the counter. Is it a clean slate? I shake…


Here, I allowed myself to physically express my emotions - honestly, and openly. It felt so good to embody those feelings.


Now, after a few weeks of exploring this new way to wake up, I am better able to observe my feelings as a guidepost and a marker for a temporary moment. It is easier to “let go” of negativity.


This month of The Movement Movement was a gentle reminder of a suggestion a friend once offered, “Kelly, you don’t have to let it go. You do have to open your hand.” In short, sometimes I don’t know what I’m feeling or thinking with clarity until I allow my dancing body to show me.


After reading about my life as The Movement Movement and watching the video, what came up for you? Email me here


Walking with joy,


Kelly King

#walkwithjoy #whatmovesyou


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