It's possible that I dance every day. If you know me, you've seen it. I dance alone; I dance with strangers. I dance in supermarkets and I have left my footprints on more than one tabletop.
This is the part where I'm supposed to be sorry. Oops, I'm not. Dancing is who I am. I have been teased and shamed. It doesn't work. People who dance often make others uncomfortable. Here's a few things you should know:
I realize I'm not a good dancer. I don't care. The spirit moves me and I go.
I don't expect you to participate. I love it if you do. I am not hurt if you don't.
The true release of dancing is not always happy.
I can only speak for me but I feel sorry for people who don't know the soulful release of a good dance.
I had an iPod issue earlier this summer and I had to use my goddaughter and her boyfriend's good nature to fix it. I felt like an oldie because it was an easy fix but I needed young people to chart the course.
Now I am back in business. Flicking on my music and dancing to my heart's content.
