I used to dance a lot. My social life, when I was single, was built around dancing. I went to school dances, community dances, weddings, danced at parties, danced at night clubs, danced in bars. Then after I married, there were still weddings and parties where I danced. Then there were vacations where there was opportunity to dance. Then the occasions got fewer and farther between until now I cannot remember the last time I danced.
I use music to inspire, comfort, motivate me. I used to put on Elvis’ remixed version of “A Little Less Conversation” every time I washed my floors. I plug into my mp3 player and usually listen to Bruno Mars when I clean my bathrooms. I sing along in the car and on walks, but I don’t dance.
Today when trying to decide what song to dance to, I decided to pay tribute to Whitney Houston by loading up a mix of her dance hits from YouTube. I danced for 6 minutes. I was reminded of my dancing days because these songs were new when I was ‘out there’ on the dance scene. I feel genuine sadness that her life ended so tragically and far too soon. I am grateful that her music is part of my life experience. I am very grateful that I can dance, any time I want to. I danced like no one was watching and it felt good. Dancing is a blessing and a privilege that I will exercise and appreciate more often after today.
Dance & Sing in Peace Whitney.
Day Thirteen: Wear A Hat