Because when I dance, I can’t feel anything but the music…

“You scare me a little bit.  No human being dances as much as you do.”

Well my friends, I live for it.  I dance the minute I swing my feet off the bed in the morning.  I dance in the shower.  I find myself doing some odd hop or skip type thing on the way to my car.  I dance when I am making coffee, hell I dance while I’m drinking coffee. (by the way I don’t recommend that)

When I dance, my mind isn’t thinking about anything except the steps.  My heart feels nothing but the beat of the bass line.  Even my sight is impared, as my eyes soften their focus.

So you ask what it is that is so alluring to me about dancing for 6 hours a day?  What isn’t?  Who doesn’t want to forget about the world for six hours.  One hour, heck one minute.  When my heart is racing from dancing so hard, it isn’t racing from thinking too hard, or feeling too much.

Sure I have weeknesses on the dance floor too.  But those can all be corrected through action.  They can all be perfected over time.  There is no other time that I am not thinking about something I would rather be doing.  While I am dancing, there couldn’t be anything I’d like to do more.

In conclusion:  Dance your ass off.  Please just dance.  Forget about people looking at you, because they aren’t.  They are too busy watching their own feet, or trying to pic someone up, or texting on their phone.  All you need to worry about it letting go.  Let go of all the stuff that weights you down every day.  Let go of all of it, throw it on the hardwood and stomp, shimmy, and shake your ass all over it!

Off to class!!!

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