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Dancing with myself


Dancing. It is one of my favorite activities. When dancing to live music, it is all the more enjoyable. Last night, I went out with a friend to hear a local band at a small venue. It was a great night of dancing! I don’t think I ever danced with the same person twice. It was about having fun and being carefree. My drink of choice for the evening? Water. What a blast! While dancing the night away, I noticed a few things.

1.     Walking to the dance floor for the first time of the evening takes a bit longer than the rest of the evening.

2.     Many times people are waiting for an invitation to join the fun on the dance floor.

3.     A carefree spirit tends to attract others to the dance floor.

4.     Many people want to dance, but are self-conscious about doing it in front of others (until they have a few drinks).

5.     The younger a person is, the longer it takes them to reach the dance floor (if ever).

6.     Men typically say they cannot dance. However, when finally joining in, they smile as much as the rest of us.

7.     Dancing makes one hot and sweaty, which enhances the sexy-gorgeous appearance to drinking men.

8.     Most people are self-conscious about letting loose on the dance floor until seeing someone else do it successfully. (As in, enjoying the moment, not really concerned how others are viewing them.)

9.     A simple wave to invite people to the dance floor quickly fills it up.

10. If you are fun on the dance floor, both men and women want to be around you. Don’t be surprised if they ask for your number as well.

It doesn’t matter whether you are dancing, singing karaoke, training for a marathon, riding hundreds of miles, or just being. The important thing is to be in the moment and not watch from the sidelines. (I am still working on that with the whole house cleaning thing.) Life is best when we fully live in the moment. 

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