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When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?

You ever have one of those moments where your heart says go but your brain’s waving its hands like, “No ma’am, we do NOT have insurance for this”?
Yeah. I had one of those not too long ago. And darling… I leapt anyway.

It was a Saturday. A social. A night stitched with fairy lights and Ella Fitzgerald. I’d just stepped off the dance floor to catch my breath when he walked up. You know the type—quiet confidence, suspenders worn like armor, and rhythm pulsing in his shoes.
“Wanna switch-lead this one?” he asked. Casual as anything. Like it wasn’t the scariest question anyone had ever tossed my way mid-dance.

Now listen—I follow. I flourish as a follow. I’ve got that responsive grace down to a science. But lead? That’s another world. That’s steering the ship. That’s choosing the next move instead of reading it. And I hadn’t done that outside a kitchen practice session in… well, ever.

But something in me whispered, “Say yes.”

So I did. And we switched roles mid-song. I took the lead—hands slightly trembling, heart thumping louder than the bassline. My brain screamed: “You’re gonna mess this up, girl!” But my feet? My feet remembered every beat I’d ever followed. And suddenly… I was leading. Not flawlessly, mind you. There were stumbles. A misstep or two. But oh, there was magic too. Laughter, grins, connection.

That one dance changed something in me. It wasn’t just about trying a new role—it was about owning space I’d been tiptoeing around for years.

And how did it work out?
Well, I didn’t break an ankle or traumatize a partner, so let’s call that a win. But more than that? It cracked something open. The next day I led again—with a different partner. Then again the week after. It’s not my dominant role, no—but now it’s in my toolkit. And honey, it feels fabulous knowing I’ve got both gears to glide through.

So here’s the tea: risk doesn’t always come with fireworks. Sometimes it’s a quiet “yes” when everything safe in you says “maybe next time.” But growth doesn’t live in safety. It lives in that awkward, thrilling, vulnerable space where you’re one beat away from flying or face-planting.

That night, I flew. Maybe a little crooked. Maybe with a few spins too many. But I flew.

So if you’re waiting for the right moment to try something that scares you just enough to make your palms sweat?
This is your sign, darling. Take the floor. Switch the lead.
You just might surprise yourself.

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋

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