Misty Tripoli

Are you a dance lover who knows deep in your bones that dance was never meant to be about memorizing steps, looking perfect, or trying not to feel stupid? Let’s get real. Most people don’t dance because somewhere along the way they were taught that dance has rules. That they had to follow the leader. Nail the choreography. Look cute. Keep up. Get it right. Bullshit. Dance is your birthright. That’s why I created The Groove Method and why The Groove Dance Floor Experience is now growing in 35 countries around the world. Because Groove isn’t about teaching people how to dance. It’s about facilitating a space where people remember they already can. You don’t need to be a professional dancer. You don’t need to be an instructor. You don’t need to have the “perfect” moves in your meat suit. You just need to love movement, love people, and feel called to help others dance their way. Because your way is the right way. Their way is the right way. And when we stop trying to perform and start moving together, holy shit, we remember we belong. We’re hosting a Q&A this weekend on the 16th about our Groove Facilitator Training. If you feel the call to lead, to move, to unify, to be part of this global dance revolution, comment FACILITATOR below and I’ll send you the details. Come dance your ass off with us and help spread this beautiful movement around the world. #GrooveMethod #DanceYourWay #GrooveFacilitator #DanceForEveryone #GlobalDanceMovement

Let’s get real, life is messy and sacred as hell. I’m headed to Utah to be with my family as we spread my mom’s ashes. Grief is wild. It cracks you open, softens you, humbles you, and somehow reminds you that love doesn’t disappear. It just changes form. And while I’m there, I get to sit down with my cousin Doug Cartwright on his podcast. A couple weeks ago, he was diagnosed with grade 4 glioblastoma, and let me tell you, his outlook is absolutely blowing my heart wide open. Not because it’s easy. Not because it isn’t scary. But because he is choosing presence, truth, humor, courage, and life in the middle of the unknown. We are temporary. Love is not. So I’m going to Utah with a full heart, a broken heart, and an open heart. To honor my mom. To celebrate Doug. To remember that we don’t have to wait for life to be perfect to live the shit out of it. Practice, practice, practice. Be here. Love big. Say the thing. Dance your ass off while you can. #GriefAndGrace #LoveDoesntDie #GlioblastomaAwareness #FamilyAndFaith #LiveTheShitOutOfLife

Let’s get real. I am being absolutely bombarded with AI shit right now. Some of it is exciting. Some of it is wildly helpful. Some of it feels like magic. And some of it scares the shit out of me. Like, where are we going with this? What happens to our creativity, our jobs, our voices, our truth, our humanness, this beautiful messy meat suit experience we’re all here having? I’m curious. I’m cautious. I’m fascinated. I’m overwhelmed. And honestly, I don’t think pretending it’s not happening is the move. So I want to know what YOU think. Are you excited? Freaked out? Using it? Avoiding it? Wondering what the future holds? Drop your thoughts. Let’s talk about the weird, wild, holy mess of it all. #AIConversation #FutureOfHumanity #RealTalk #MakeItUp #BossOfYourLife

Let’s get real. The beauty game is rigged as hell. They told us to stay young, stay tight, stay small, stay shiny, stay desirable… and somehow call that freedom. Nope. This meat suit is not here to audition for love. It’s not here to be frozen in time. It’s not here to chase some bullshit standard that changes every five minutes. It’s here to live. To laugh. To wrinkle. To move. To dance your ass off. To become more you every damn year. The older I get, the less I want to be “perfect” and the more I want to be free. So here’s your permission slip, badass: age out loud, love yourself louder, and stop handing your power to a world that profits off you hating yourself. #AgeOutLoud #BodyFreedom #GrooveThroughLife #UnfilteredAndFree #BossOfYourLife

I was 45 years old when I finally got the memo: I was the one I had been waiting for. Not the partner.Not the parent.Not the friend.Not the world finally clapping loud enough to make me feel worthy. Me. This whole damn time, the most important relationship in my life was the one I had with myself. And whew… that shit hit deep. Because how many of us are out here giving our love, attention, energy, patience, forgiveness, and tenderness to everybody else while leaving ourselves starving at the damn table? No more. At some point, you’ve got to put your big girl panties on, stand the hell up, and become the boss bitch of your life. No one is coming to rescue you.Not because you don’t deserve support.Not because you have to do life alone.But because your life is yours. Your joy matters.Your body matters.Your feelings matter.This sacred little meat suit you’re walking around in matters. You don’t need healing because you are not broken. You need to remember who the hell you are. You are the hero.You are the one.You are worth the love you keep handing out to everyone else. So today, do one thing that proves to you that you matter. Say no.Take the walk.Dance your ass off.Rest without guilt.Look in the mirror and tell yourself, “I’ve got you.” Because you do. Now tell me: what is one way you’re choosing yourself today? #YouMatter #SelfLoveJourney #BossOfYourLife #ChooseYourself #ItsNeverTooLate

This is not a forehead. This is an eight head. Maybe even a nine if the lighting is right. And before someone in the comments feels spiritually called to measure it, thank you for noticing the executive suite of my meat suit. This large cranium is not a flaw, babe. It’s extra square footage for genius, bad decisions, divine downloads, and knowing exactly who the hell I am. So yes, I’ve got a big forehead. And? I’m smart as fuck, funny as hell, and apparently giving people something to do with their day. Practice loving the parts of you the internet thinks it gets to vote on. You’re the boss of your life, not Brenda with a burner account and a ruler. #EightHeadEnergy #SmartAsFuck #BigForeheadBigBrain #MeatSuitMagic #BossOfMyLife

You wanna get your groove on? Come dance with me. Free online party this Saturday, May 9th at 1PM Eastern. Hundreds of people from all over the world moving, connecting, laughing, sweating, and feeling good in their bodies together. No pressure. No perfect moves. Just real humans dancing their asses off and remembering what it feels like to feel alive again. You know you need more dance in your life. Your body’s been asking for it. Come shake off the stress, reconnect to yourself, and party with us. Comment PARTY and I’ll send you the link. #theworldgroovemovement #getgrooved #groovinmylife #bodygroove

Just because I’m living off grid by myself in the jungle of Mexico, single as hell, happy as hell, and waking up in peace with my dogs and my coffee does not mean I’m anti-man. That story is tired. Let it go. I love men. I love good men. I love grounded men. I love men who show up, build shit, fix shit, carry shit, protect shit, and actually enjoy being useful in a woman’s life. Do I want one in my bed every night right now? Nope. At this juncture, I am loving the silence. The freedom. The space. The not explaining myself. The sleeping alone. The waking up alone. The choosing me, every damn day. And that doesn’t make me bitter. It doesn’t make me broken. It doesn’t make me against love. It makes me the boss of my life. Men and women are not here to be at war with each other. That shit is exhausting. We need each other. We love each other. We serve each other. We just get to decide in what capacity. Right now, I’ve got beautiful men (my crew of 5) helping me care for my land, my house, my dogs, my pool, and this wild jungle life I chose. And I receive it. Fully. Because receiving is not weakness. Being single is not loneliness. Choosing peace is not rejection. It’s freedom. So stop twisting women’s independence into hatred. Some of us just like going to bed alone, snuggling our dogs, drinking our coffee in the jungle, and dancing our ass off through the damn day. Make it up, baby. Your life. Your rules. Your way. #OffGridWoman #JungleLifeMexico #SingleAndPeaceful #WomenAndMen #BossOfMyLife

@SojournerTruthe You can laugh all you want while I live my amazing life in the middle of the jungle! 💋💋

@MistyTripoli 10 km from a city is in the middle of a jungle? Lmao

Living off-grid, alone in the jungle of Mexico, has taught me some wild, beautiful shit. I used to have FOMO. Now? Nothing makes me happier than going to bed with the sun, waking up with the sun, and crawling into bed at night with my dogs like the richest woman alive. I’ve learned I have nothing to fear but fear itself, and I refuse to let fear be the boss of my life. And no, the cartel is not coming to get me. I’m not that important. I’ve learned time is made up. The clock is not God. Mexico has taught me to slow the hell down, breathe, and realize that most of the things I thought were urgent were just noise. This jungle, this life, this meat suit, these dogs, this quiet… it’s teaching me that I’m not missing anything. I’m finally here. #OffGridLife #LivingInMexico #JungleLife #SoloWomanLiving #SlowTheHellDown

@kristin_m1983 Work my ass off! My business links are in my bio if you’re interested.

@MistyTripoli What does she do all day I wonder…

What a gift to see my life, my land, and my story reflected through the eyes of a dear friend. My beautiful friend Ash has been to so many of my Groove dance parties here on my off-grid jungle property in Mexico, and she captured little moments along the way — the dancing, the land, the freedom, the magic, and the everyday reality of this life I’ve chosen. Then she took the videos and wove them into a story about my property, my journey, and how I became the founder and creator of Body Groove. Sometimes we are so busy living the story that we forget how far we’ve come. Watching this reminded me that this wild little jungle life is not random. It is the result of courage, trust, surrender, movement, and a deep devotion to creating spaces where people feel free in their bodies again. Thank you Ash for seeing me. Thank you for telling the story so beautifully. And thank you to everyone who has danced, laughed, cried, healed, celebrated, and grooved on this land with me. This is more than a property. It’s a living, breathing reminder that freedom is something we create. #BodyGroove #OffGridMexico #JungleLife #DanceHeals #WildAndFree

I get invited to present Groove all around the world, and I’m excited about this one. I’ll be headlining a free online event on May 10th, all about becoming a powerful voice and creating impact. I’ll be teaching how to build a global movement—what it really takes to grow something meaningful and get people engaged. The World Groove Movement is now in 35 countries, and I’m breaking down how that happened. You’ll also hear from other speakers on facilitation, storytelling, and how to be unforgettable. It’s a fast, high-value format—10 speakers, 10-minute talks, plus live Q&A so you can connect and ask questions. It’s happening May 10th, and it’s completely free. If this speaks to you, the link is below. Come join us. Joymakercon.com

I live in Mexico, and this isn’t just some cute old story people tell for fun. People here still build houses for the alux. Not as decoration. As respect. They’re known as protectors of the land. Small, unseen, mischievous as hell, and very, very present. And listen… anyone who comes to do work on my property already knows the deal. Before they touch the land, before they start digging, building, fixing, cutting, whatever… they bring a gift for the alux. Because around here, you don’t just show up and act like you own the place. You ask. You honor. You respect what was here before you. And the ones on my property? Oh, they like to play. Things disappear and show up in the weirdest places. Tools move. Random objects end up somewhere nobody put them. And when my kitchen area was under construction, I walked in one morning and there were baby footprints in the dust. Not animal prints. Not adult footprints. Tiny little baby footprints. That shit got my attention. Now whether you believe in alux or not, I feel something about this. Because what if the land is alive? What if it’s listening? What if it’s watching how we show up? What if respect isn’t some spiritual idea we post about, but a practice, practice, practice thing we actually live? Maybe the alux are real. Maybe they’re myth. Maybe they’re both. But either way, they remind me to slow down, get humble, and remember this meat suit doesn’t own the Earth. We belong to it. Have you ever heard of the alux before? #Mexico #OffGridLiving #Alux #Yucatan #LandSpirits #SacredLand #MexicoLife

Let’s clear this up. It’s not sexual. It’s sensual. Big difference. If you’ve never been in this world, I get it, you probably think a room full of people dancing together turns into something else. It doesn’t. Once a month, I host a private, intimate Groove Connection party. People come from everywhere. Zouk, Kizomba, Salsa, Bachata, and people who have never partner danced in their life. No rules. No pressure. Just music, bodies, and real human connection. I’ve danced alone my whole life, and this… this is different. This takes it deeper. There’s something real that happens when you let yourself connect like that. It’s one of my favorite things in the world. I’d do it every day if I could. #GrooveConnection #PartnerDance #SensualNotSexual #DanceCommunity #RealConnection

The first time I got bit by a tábano in Mexico, it nailed me right in the forehead. Immediate WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS THIS? And now? Thank goodness I don’t react to them anymore. It’s nothing more than an intense mosquito bite rather than looking like a creature from the Avatar movie! Wild how something that once felt massive can turn into no big deal at all. The first bite had me spiraling. Now I’m just like, alright then… rude. Want to know what a Tabano is? Google that shit! 😆😆 #TabanoBite #MexicoStories #ilookedlikanavatar #NatureGetsReal #ForeheadAttack

I didn’t just build a home in the jungle. I entered a relationship. With the land. With the history. With the spirits. With the ancestors who were here long before me and will be here long after. So no, this isn’t just about real estate. This is sacred ground. Before one dream got planted here, I asked permission. I brought in a Mayan shaman to bless the land, to give thanks, and to make a promise that I will honor, protect, and respect every inch of it. Because this life? It’s not about grabbing. It’s about listening. It’s about practice, practice, practice. It’s about remembering that the dream means nothing if you forget to respect the ground it stands on. This is the part people don’t always show. No filters. No fluff. Just reverence, gratitude, and the real story behind building off-grid, on purpose, and in alignment. And that, to me, is where the magic lives. #mexico #OffGridLiving #SacredLand #JungleHome #LiveOnPurpose

Some of y’all get so fucking triggered when I say there’s a cenote on my property, and instead of doing five minutes of actual research, you go straight to nasty comments, wild assumptions, and apparently reporting me to the president of Mexico. That’s some Olympic level nonsense. So let me say it again, loud for the people in the back: I do not own the cenote. I own the land the cenote is on. It is on private property, but the cenote itself is owned by the nation. Just like the beach is owned by the nation. This isn’t complicated, babe. It’s called knowing the difference before you start popping off in the comments like you know everything. practice doing your homework before your trigger finger starts typing. Research first. Comment second. It’ll save you a whole lot of embarrassment and save the rest of us from your made up drama. #CenoteFacts #DoYourResearch #TriggeredMuch #PrivatePropertyPublicTruth #BossOfYourLife #mexicolife

I tapped out of the noise 18 years ago, bought land in the jungle, went off grid with my dogs, and never looked back. Not because I hate the United States. Hell no. It’s beautiful, and so are most of the people in it. But I was done with the pressure, the expense, the division, and all the bullshit that keeps people disconnected from what actually matters. Here’s what I know after circling this globe and teaching dance all over the damn world. Under all the politics, the governments, the chaos, and the small group of humans who love to stir shit up, people are kind. People are generous. People are loving. The heart of this world is still good. The world might be a little effed up, but I still believe the soul of humanity is beautiful. Do you believe people are kind at the core, or has the world made you forget? Tell me where you stand. #TheWorldIsKind #OffGridLife #RawRealRebellious #HumanityHasHeart #BossOfYourLife

Let’s get real. One of the most freeing truths in this life is realizing most people are way too busy worrying about their own shit to be obsessing over yours. That stings your ego for a minute, but damn, it also sets your soul free. I learned that the hard way after building a whole big life, thinking I was important as hell, only to find out I was replaceable in two seconds. And honestly? Thank God. Because that truth cracked me open. It taught me that no one cares how you dance, how you move, how you look, or whether you’re doing it “right.” They’re busy in their own heads. So dance your ass off. Say the thing. Live your life. Be the boss bitch of your life. You do not need permission to take up space in this meat suit. You just need to remember that your life is yours. And that should matter most to you.#DanceYourAssOff #BossBitchEnergy #YourLifeYourWay #MoveForYourSoul #CenoteMagic