When the dog bites, when the bee stings….I dance.

One of my most favorite things…dancing.  Dancing always makes me feel better.  Since I was little kid dancing in our kitchen until my sides hurt.  Or when I was competing with our local Dance troupe, Renee’s Dance Factory.  I always loved dancing even when I wasn’t as good as others or when it took me forever to learn a new move.  I love it.

Somewhere in my mind, when I dance, I picture myself to look like this, except for the rain part.

If you like to dance you know what I’m talking about.  You like to think you look amazing, that you have the best moves and that you could beat the crowd fave in a dance off.  Oh wait, that’s the movie.

I wish I looked liked the visual image in my mind, but the reality is that I look like that crazy person below when I dance.  Except when I was dancing for competition, then it was all smiles.  Unless I was concentrating so hard on getting the move right that I was probably frowning.  No frowning now.

This is the part where I learn to take myself not so seriously.  Maybe I’m channeling Steven Tyler.  Apparently I dance topless among crowds.  Not really.  Ugh.  Why did I wear a strapless dress that night?  And yes, if I’m really into it, I like to close my eyes.  Maybe it’s because I don’t want to see people’s faces when I’m channeling Steven Tyler during an 80s cover band concert.

The going out to dance happens on a rare occasion these days.  Not because I’m a mature adult and a mom to a toddler that shouldn’t be out dancing until the club closes.  Nooooooo.  It’s because it has to be worth my time to make a public appearance with my facial expressions and even more amazing dance moves.

This would seem like I never dance.  Wrong.  So very wrong.  I dance in my car.  Don’t worry, I don’t close my eyes when driving and dancing.  That would be so wrong.  Plus as fast as I drive, I can’t afford to close my eyes.  I dance when I’m cleaning out the garage or doing any chores for that matter.  I dance with my husband.  I dance with my daughter.  That typically looks like me picking her up and twirling her around until I’m dizzy.  I dance with our dogs.  Yes, they love it as much as we do.  IF I was better at soccer, AND I ever scored a goal, I would dance.  Just like the professionals do on TV.  And if I got a red card for dancing, that would only make me dance more.

But my all time favorite – on a frequent basis, I will don my Beats by Dr. Dre Headphones by Monster, crank up the volume and DANCE.  And yes, I close my eyes.

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