Dancing Up A Storm
I love dancing. O come on, quit with the shocked expression and close your mouth, will you? I’m not saying it is graceful or that my bones don’t rattle with every turn, hence scaring everyone away. No. That doesn’t stop me all the same. This weekend was a dancing weekend. Ok, obviously not the whole weekend, otherwise we would be collecting these old bones with a broom and dustpan.
I was invited to an event where there was over the top dancing. And I mean that! Nothing about outdoing each other, but dancing like no one is watching. And dancing we did. Ask the worn out tiles if you don’t believe me. It’s like everyone was getting everything out of their system. Troubles. Annoyances. Bad week. Headaches. At one point, I stopped dancing and started analysing people. Trying to figure out what each was dancing out of. Luckily, I am not a mind reader, and all I was doing was speculative analysis.
I did however wonder, what it was about letting go and just dancing that gets you. If you allowed yourself to let go, for the 5, 10, or 30 minutes, you are completely uninhibited, in your own world and it feels wonderful. Everything around you could be crumbling and you would not notice. Thereafter, you feel like you can take up any challenge thrown at you.
I am at that point right now. Probably for the next few days, till life throws it’s usual day to day challenges my way, then we can deal with whatever it is. I’m not worried though. If all it takes is a dance, then bring it on! One thing’s for sure, I shall dance more. Awkward or not, chickeny or not, I will twinkle toe my troubles and stresses away. I might even start regularly venturing into the blackness of the night just for a dance!