This is an aimless blog that gives voices to small joys, quirky happenstances, everyday occurrences, and occasional pesterings as the author navigates her life paths as an educator, transplanted Wyomingite, traveler, and curiosity seeker.
Friday, March 19, 2010
#27: Dance
Last evening found me at the Dance Factory attempting to glide across the floor to the waltz, tango, samba, foxtrot, quickstep, salsa, jive, ... and it felt good. Although there were some really savvy dancers out on the floor and I found myself sometimes stepping on my own (or my partner's feet), I felt so good to be amongst such active and happy people. The thing about dancing and music is that they make me feel good. They make lots of people feel good. I must remember this important note -- when I have a bad day or don't feel particularly well with the world, I need to turn up the tunes and shuffle my feet. A sure cure bound to bring happiness to feet and smiles to face. Ah! Let's dance! 1-2-3. 1-2-3. Left-Right-Left. Right-Left-Right.
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