This morning, I had myself a full-blown kitchen concert. 🎤 No mic, no audience—just me, a rug, and a very satisfying check 💸. I’d been paid—double—for work I went the extra mile on. You know that “I understood the assignment” energy? Yeah, that.

Naturally, I started dancing 💃🏾. Not in the club, but on that same rug that’s seen more crumbs than choreography. I even gave a little twerk. But mid-pop, I paused, cracked up, and thought:

“I don’t need to shake it to make it. I twerk my MIND.” 🧠✨

Now don’t get me wrong—whether or not you twerk at work, that’s your business! Everyone’s got their own style of grind. But for me? It’s all about clapping my ears to my head 👂🏾👐🏾 and letting my brain do the two-step.

I show up with passion and precision—kinda like Beyoncé, if she were doing spreadsheets 🐝📊. And sometimes, the universe tips its hat and says, “You did that,” with a little extra love in the form of coins 🪙💕

Yes, we all celebrate differently. Whether you’re booty bouncing, brain storming, or both—just know: your intellect and effort will take you way further than just being cute in the room. 💁🏾‍♀️

So pop it if you want to—but don’t forget to flex your brain, too. That’s where the real power lives. 💪🏾🧠

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✨ Your Turn:
What’s your version of brain-powered brilliance? Share below or tag someone who needs the reminder that showing up with heart and brain is still sexy. 💋💪🏾