Misty Tripoli's videos and podcasts

Ever feel stupid dancing when NO ONE is even watching? Honey, we need to talk!

I DANCED MY WAY THROUGH THE SHIT, AND HOLY HELL, DID EVERYTHING SHIFT!

CLARITY IS FUCKING ORGASMIC!

What if the life you want isn’t too big?

To the ones who smiled in my face while betraying me behind my back…

Dance more. Care less.

This is one of those moments where I look around and think, holy shit, I LOVE my job.

I read your comments. I felt your love. And I want you to know how deeply grateful I am for every single one of you who took the time to show up for me.

Dinner with my sister @kimberlyungricht in our little town, margaritas on the table, delicious food, and of course… PIMPT.

Oh how I love to dance and experience human connec...

Let’s get real. Nervous system regulation does not always look like breathwork on a mountaintop with perfect music playing in the background. Sometimes it looks like standing at the kitchen counter putting together a puzzle with my sister’s dog curled up beside me. Sometimes it’s sitting in the sun, spending time in the pool, watching my kittens lose their minds playing, binging a new Netflix series, or getting down on the floor surrounded by dogs and doing a gentle workout because that is what my body can handle today.

It’s easy to talk about managing your inner world when life feels magical.

Let’s get real. I don’t believe the people who’ve been through the most are here to prove how strong they are.

Patiently waiting for the women who checked all the boxes.

Stop scrolling for two freaking minutes.

I'll take the knees.

Nobody cares.

Hey badass, femininity is not a fucking formula.

Nobody had to tell us.

I was really fucking good at looking like I had my shit together.

My babies! 💕 https://t.co/J3KFasmWxN

What if the thing that lights you the fuck up isn’t a distraction from your life?

HOME.

This memory popped up today, and it made me smile.

Pain is a great fucking motivator.

The cage is not locked.

Opening every door.

Off-grid does NOT mean roughing it.

You keep saying you want to move abroad.

If you’ve been here with me, commenting, asking questions, wanting to know what I’m doing, how I’m doing it, and how the hell I created a life that actually feels like mine, I want you to know something: