Okay, so I didn't really dance in the streets. (Do hiking trails count?) I did, however, rediscover the power of dancing. At some point along the path to ending my marriage, I had become a dud.
Seriously, I WAS NO FUN anymore. It was like I had lost all of my joy.
Once I began to surface from drowning in my marriage, I began to remember just how much fun life can be. And dancing?
Well, dancing is just about the fastest way I know to shift my state of being and get in touch with me - the joyful, glorious, silly me.
Sometimes I'd stop myself and realize that I'd started dancing without even knowing it.
Now, I'd say, it's part of my being. I dance in the shower. I dance in the car. I do my ugly dance (that I call "the dugly" every chance I get in front of my daughter (she's a teenager and is absolutely mortified at my unabashed dancing glee). I even do some workout dance classes when I get the chance.
My favorite time to dance is when I'm in the kitchen. I crank up the music - my choice, my volume, my playlist - and get moving. There's no plan, just allowing myself to let go and be entirely, unashamedly myself.
If you find yourself in a funk, take 90 seconds and do some dancing. Just move your body. I can assure you - it will change how you're feeling, and instead of wanting to hid from your day, you'll be ready to embrace it.
Let's Dance!
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