Here's what I think is a more accurate version of this quote. (although it’s probably too long to fit into an Instagram square). She spent a long time making things happen, to the point of exhaustion until she woke up one day and felt like NOT trying to make it happen, so she didn't, and she realized that it felt uncomfortable at first ...

Two years ago I was hired to get random people at the mall to dance with me. It was truly my happy place: me in my DANCE WITH ME shirt with my Madonna-style hands-free mic and a wide open floor before me. I cracked jokes with strangers passing by. I got a group of finance guys to make a dance video with their umbrellas, to “Umbrella” ...

“Ma, would you stop DOING so much! Go lay down! You’re makin’ me crazy!” That right there is me yelling in a high pitched, full-fledged Jersey accent. Although I moved out of my parents’ house when I was 18, there’s nothing like being back at home in the dirty Jerz to bring out the teenager in me ...

I woke up feeling like shit. My period was due any day and the amount of hormones surging through my system could have powered a Hummer limousine. Instead, it felt like the Hummer limousine had run over me. There were all of these things I needed to do. Errands to run. Deadlines to meet. A sick mother to attend to. Bills to sort through ...

Life has felt really f#*king shitty lately, globally and personally. The truth is, I didn't want to get out of bed this morning. (first world problems, I know.) I haven't danced in a couple of weeks. And it's really hard to jump back in. (You know when you KNOW that something will make you feel better, yet you still don't want to do it? Yeah, that.) ...

Inspired by the musical, RENT... As a 12-year-old girl I wrote in bubble letters on my bedroom wall: Forget regrets, life is yours to mess. That’s how I interpreted the line in the song “No Day But Today,” much later realizing, it’s actually: Forget regrets -- or life is yours to miss. (Call me Messy Jessie… I’ve always been a bit all over the place.) ...