Love and Dancing
I used to feel like my heart never got a chance to heal before it was broken again. From a very young age, I yearned for love. I chased boys in the playground in elementary school, but I wasn’t the kind of girl the boys wanted to catch them. Even if I succeeded in catching one, he would scream and writhe and no boy actually kissed my lips until I was 16 years old.
Just because the boys didn’t like me, didn’t stop me from falling for them. As long as I can remember, I have been one of THE most hopeless romantics. This continued into adulthood. Only now the boys started liking me back. Sadly, a vast majority took advantage, lied, cheated, allowed me to fall in love when they were not.....you get the idea. Lots of painful broken hearts. One thing has remained true from the start. Dancing is the best remedy for my emotional turmoil.
Currently, I am very much in love. I dance with joy. And for that, I am so incredibly grateful. I’ve spent my life looking for love like this. You bet your ass I paid my dues and waded through some pretty troubled waters to get here. It’s hard to be alone and it’s hard to hurt, but when you are......try dancing. Even if it’s in your bedroom. ESPECIALLY in your bedroom, dammit. Close door, lock it, and pull the blinds if it makes you feel better. Close your eyes and listen to music that makes you want to MOVE. Don’t think about dance moves, but allow the music to move YOU in your current emotional state. It is this ritual that has resulted in many more than 10,000 hours logged in my own bedrooms throughout my life. And kitchens, living rooms, and eventually dance floors, grassy festivals, and the dusty playa. This is my meditation, my medicine, and my destiny. There are times where the only answer that makes any sense at all is dancing and the only thing that brings me relief is to spill my guts on a dance floor. Have you ever felt cleansed from a night of dancing? Coming home totally exhausted and euphoric. There’s nothing quite like dance floor bliss. <3
