I feel creatively stunted. Worked to the core. And completely disconnected from everyone. And last night when I couldn’t take it anymore, when I felt so overwhelmed, I danced. I danced it out.

Taking a scene out of Grey’s Anatomy, I turned up the Bieber and let loose. Waving my hands, swooshing my hair, and not caring about my neighbors being awakened at 11:30, I danced. Ladies and gentlemen, if you are not a believer in dancing it out (or a Belieber in Justin), you.need.to.try.it.

Let down your hair, tire out your muscles. You’ll sleep soundly. And all that other stuff you worried about before? It can wait ’til morning. Because tonight, you’ll have a date on your own carpeted dance floor.