The Magic of Taylor Swift ✨

First of all.. happy Cruel Summer is now a single day to all who celebrate. 🥳

I had the unbelievable fortune of seeing Taylor Swift live twice this year. If you know, you know. Her show was more than just a concert. It was a masterclass in girl-power, friendship, and outright JOY.

My first concert, I went with friends to celebrate one of my best friend’s (hi, KNW!) birthdays. By the power of the universe, she somehow got day-of-release, face-value tickets on the floor. My second concert, my other best friend, Jane, and I took our eight-year-old daughters. Both experiences were next-level for different reasons.

During both events, I remember looking at the people I was with… looking out across the stadium… and thinking… I don’t know the last time I was in a crowd of people who were this unabashedly, unapologetically HAPPY. It was sequins! Glitter! Rainbows! Lights! Screaming 123LGB in unison! It was, collectively — all 70,000 of us — reliving every break-up we’ve ever had, every time we were wronged, and every time we gathered all the moxie we had to stake a claim on what was OURS in the world! Karma! Vengeance! Love!