Nothing gets me out of my own head like dancing. Painting and writing do, but in different ways. There’s just a different kind of freedom that comes from moving in rhythm to a collection of sounds…I don’t think I could live if I couldn’t dance.
I’m not exaggerating. Just stating what I know for myself to be facts.
I’ve been doing my damnedest to get out of my own brain for a few weeks now, finding music, yoga, tweeting my randomly erratic thoughts, eating, tequila shots, wedding planning, watching Tom & Jerry with the boys, and journaling to be worthwhile distractions from my cycling moods…..
but I haven’t danced lately and I find myself tonight, wanting nothing more than to turn up the volume and get lost in the release movement and sound bring me.
I can’t of course. Not right now. It’s 11:30pm and the boys are asleep….Bertski’s at his desk coding away, shrouded in the heaviest of concentrations….and I’m fairly sure my neighbors are sleeping.
So instead, I’m just sitting here watching my dance video playlist on YouTube.
Watch. You’ll see why they’re on my list & making me smile tonight
Yea…these are MY videos…but they makes me smile….