I started www.adancerintherain.com 10 years ago! May-June 2013! Because I love 13 and because I had spontaneously jumped on a plane on 13 May and was working and exploring and dancing my way through the streets of Milan and Barcelona. Oh! And I spent a month barefoot and salty haired on an active volcano on the less molten lava-ry side Ciao Stromboli!

It’s been 10 years! And it’s not that loads of people read the stuff… I hope more strangers do. I’m not a huge fan of people I actually know reading my frikken heart but again today, a friend found my website, was shocked she’d never heard of it….

“Exactly what I needed to see today. I’ve been contemplating (for like a year) starting a page for my endless thoughts/half-finished journal entries that are in my notes app, but I’ve always been scared of the “vulnerability hangover” that will inevitably come with it Love you, your heart and the beautiful way your thoughts spill out on paper. Tears and goosebumps and a whole lot of love reading these posts”

There is huge fear of *omg what if this one or that one reads this.* But screw it, writing is my survival tool. And if what I write serves in any way as a support to those who read it, then yay! If it pisses anyone off, well, cry me a river and thanks for the content

When I die one day, my nearest and dearest know the deal. A dancer in the rain needs to be published as a book,…. Until then, I’m filling the pages.