The last few weeks have been tough and I have been struggling to put my finger on why. I have a new job which I'm really enjoying, had a great week with my two littles, and I'm catching up on a lot of things I haven't had time for. I told a close friend that maybe I need to see I psychologist to work my way through my malaise.
I then thought back to what I have done in the past when I've been down. It brought back a lot of great memories and ideas of things to do this summer, but still no true answer to my question. This morning, after yet another restless sleep, I got up at 4am and started my day. When I came downstairs after a wonderful shower, I turned on some music, something I hadn't done in a long time. Then it hit me, I had forgotten to dance!
After my seperation five years ago I had stuggled to find myself. I did a lot of personal exploration and rediscovered a lot of really great parts of me I had forgotten. During that time, I recaptured my love for music, my love for dance and my athleticism. Sure I felt clumsy and lumbering when I started dancing again, but soon I had the steps down to even the difficult hip hop routines and belly dance moves. I mostly danced in private but that expanded to dancing with my kids and dance dates with friends.
The exercise was great, my body enjoyed it and I loved moving to music, making it my own. But things changed and with less personal time, I started to dance less and less. With less opportunities to dance, I found less reason to. No longer. I am going to again reawaken my love, my need, for dance. Will you join me?
