Sundays are for crying

Today I woke up later than my usual 6AM alarm (given I got home last night way past 2AM) and had to skip my morning ritual of blasting music while washing up, brewing my coffee, and 10 minute meditation.  I didn't want to miss my yoga class.

Blah blah blah...

Fast forward to my Hula class at 2PM.  The last 5 minute before class ended, my Hula instructor, Malia Helela (another incredible human, of course) had the tenured students practice one of their routines for this upcoming week's performance at the studio - celebrating it's 7th year.  I obviously sat this out but stayed to watch and I was so happy I did.

Malia played Josh Tatobi's "Pua Kiele" - a song about a flower's beauty - and I think I lost it.  If you ever get a chance to watch this song be performed or danced to, or even just center yourself to hear it without distractions... please do.  I was so moved.  I don't even know how to describe the feelings that I was overcome with.  Did I understand WTF the lyrics were saying?  Definitely not, haha.  But it felt warm, emotional, and much like falling in love for the first time.  Paired with the movement of Hula and I was a goner.

As though my heart hadn't filled with enough warm fuzzies... later on in the evening, I met up with my friend, Felicia and her fiancé, and given it's the annual Honolulu Festival, we made it to the Waikiki beach shore to witness the most spectacular fireworks show I have ever seen.  Eva, my Airbnb host, had so so sweetly texted me to give me a heads up that the Nagaoka Fireworks was one of the most anticipated events for the week.  She wasn't kidding.

As hundreddddds of folks swarmed the shore, we all sat in merriment (such a cheesy word, but all the squeals and exclamatory phrases of amazement definitely bucket under "merry") for 15 minutes to indulge in the epic showcase of fireworks.  The scale of it was massive and for those 15 minutes, I don't think I had a damn concern in the world 😌

Lit AF.