There’s something that very few people up to now know about me. Sometimes, when I’m alone at home, I dance.
I’m not a skillful dancer, and I’m definitely an untrained one. But when I’m in one of those dancing moods, I dance with abandon and glee! I jump, I twirl, I pirouette… I do anything that keeps me moving to the music. And I laugh at myself as I dance.
I don’t know if I dance with grace, but oh I certainly dance as if I was graceful. That’s part of the joy of it… there’s nobody to see! Nobody to judge. And when it’s just me and the music, I lose myself in the moment, and it’s such a lark! Joyous abandonment. It’s liberating!
It’s been a while since I’ve done that, but this afternoon, after a few long hours of work in front of my computer, I decided to take a music break. I started doing stretches and spot-jogging to loosen up as Tchaikovsky’s waltzes came on. And then, all of a sudden, I decided to dance. And what a ball I had! I had a laughing good time with myself. :P
And it’s ok if people always look at me as if I’m crazy when I tell them that I dance alone. Cos hey, I love doing it anyway! :P