In the midst of the daily grind lately, I’ve often been overtaken by tears, followed by the irresistible impulse to dance.

When I stop and pay attention, my body calls for freedom from the constrained postures of grind culture: shoulders hunched over a laptop, head bent down while fingers tap on a device, eyes tense and fixed on a screen, glutes and hip flexors clenched while driving, legs marching up and down stairs during chores–all the while, the whole body bracing for the next wave of suffering and heartbreak in the world.