Friday night I went to a home lingerie/sex toy party. Mix a bunch of sassy, beautiful, and not so bashful 30-50 year old women, add in a little martini madness, shake over ice and what do you have? I could tell you, but the theme of the night was “What happens at the party, stays at the party”!

Last week was a low energy week. I’d been run down after the weekend workshop and took Wednesday off to recharge. My biggest challenge right now, is working my full-time job and coming home in the evening to get working on my business. My real day begins at 5 o’clock, because once I get home, the real fun begins. With that comes an energy zap from time to time.

I realized the real energy downer is not living in the present moment!! I was thinking more about how great it will be in the future (when I will BE my business) than living in the here and now. Aha! With that recognition, I tuned back in and tapped into the joy of NOW. Which brings me back to the sex party.

Here’s how these parties work: A rep from the sexy company sets up a display of goodies and flirty clothes. She walks through the features and benefits of each. The clothes weren’t Victoria’s Secret caliber and the toys were stuff you can find at any romantic boutique located in a strip mall near you (no pun intended).

The real fun was bonding with these wonderful women. I sat back and observed how differently people responded to these toys. Some played with them and laughed and joked. Others shrank into their seats or slipped into the corner and became quiet. Interesting how we all come from such different perspectives about sex and intimacy. Hmmm…

Anyway, once the sexy rep left, my friend turned on her spinning disco light, the guys came home we danced our asses off! I haven’t danced like that in a long time. It felt so good to just BE in the moment. It was electrifying to dance and laugh and sweat and sing at the top of my lungs.

I noticed I was in the kitchen getting water at 10:10, 11:11, and 12:12. Some think when you notice the time like that, it’s angels trying to send you a message. You’re supposed to be aware of what you’re feeling or what is going on when you notice the time like that. I smiled as I pulled out of the driveway heading home as the clock on my dashboard flashed 1:11.

To me, the angel’s were telling me to BE in the present moment. To dance and sing and laugh. Some days it might be to cry and journal and take a hot bath. Whatever mood I’m in. Whatever flavor I feel like being. Whether it’s 2:22 a.m. or 12:12 p.m., I get the message. It’s crystal clear…BE where I’m at!

Be blessed wherever you’re at dear readers. And dance like no one is watching!

Much love,
Kam