I want today’s post to be short, choppy and to the point; kind of like my writing style. Well, at least the first two anyway. I was taught by a nun, a number of them actually, who really pushed home the simple fact, anything can be said with fewer words. Write less, say more. I’m sticking with that concept today.
Yesterday I mentioned getting my groove on, at an Anniversary Party on Saturday. This was true; so true in fact that while I was soaking in a long hot bath on Monday afternoon (I love three-day weekends; I mean I freakin’ love them, and I also love MLK Day because what’s cooler than equality and human rights), I noticed several blisters on the pads of my feet. Do “pads” apply to humans, or is that just animals? What’s the non-weird way to say this? I’m digressing. The point is, my feet were covered in blisters because of my non-stop dancing in four-inch stilettos, mere days before.
This is why I love anniversary parties, weddings, and things of the same nature (aside from the free booze). There’s dancing, and when you’re older (read almost mid-thirties) and married, your opportunities for dancing decline. It’s a little strange to be the old married lady in the Club, and I generally can’t make it past midnight anyway, so it’s even weirder to be dancing in a club at 8 p.m. Even I know those places don’t jump off until midnight.
The same cannot be said for weddings. At really great weddings, there’s a bunch of dancing fools and some killer tunes. This was true of the anniversary party. I was one of those dance machines and let me tell you, I looked good doing it too, and here’s why….
I know I may bitch and moan a lot about getting older, but one good thing about it: you can and will dance with total abandonment in public because simply put, you’re completely comfortable with yourself. It’s incredibly fun, freeing, and sometimes even sexy. With that being said, today, I want you to hit play on this next song, stand up wherever you are and dance with complete and total abandonment. Use jazz hands, flail your arms, whatever, but go a little nuts. If you’re reading this at work and actually do it, well then your cojones are huge, and I heart you just a little bit more.
Do you love to dance? What’s your favorite dancing song, where no matter where you hear it, you get up and move? Are you comfortable enough with yourself to dance with total abandonment?