I don’t necessarily want to ‘drop it like it’s hot,’ but I do love to dance.
These days I dance in my living room, or my office, pretty much every room in my house depending on what I’m doing. I dance to all sorts of music and sometimes when I’m folding laundry, I use the door of the dryer and pretend I’m in ballet class.
With the New York Ballet of course.
I dance in the car or sometimes practice releves in line. Dancing, moving around to music, has always been a part of my life. I’m not saying I’m any good, but that’s the thing. It’s one of the few areas where I don’t care if I’m good. I feel it, my body likes moving around and it doesn’t matter if I’m “good.” I love that.
When I was younger, I would go to clubs with my friends in jeans and a T-shirt just to dance. Let’s go, sweaty by the end of the night, every song is a good song, dancing. I was never there for the guys or the drinks. I was drawn to the thumping dance floor. I’ll dance alone, I don’t need to be in a group, and when I’m dancing I am uninhibited, free.
Now that I’m…let’s just say older than the average club goer, there’s really nowhere to go dancing, not my kind of dancing. I suppose I could take dance lessons or go to a country bar and twirl around the floor, but that leads to rules and internal judgement. If there’s a lesson, there’s a right way to do it. There’s good, better, best in that type of environment and I don’t want that in my dancing.
I could just not care and go to a dance club, but things seem a bit different now. I’m not looking to grind, have sex, or just jump in place. I’m not sure I could really get into body surfing or a room full of foam. I just want to dance.
Maybe it’s the natural progression of things, perhaps all free dancing spirits eventually end up rocking their laundry room. I’m not sure, but if I could go back, if I found a genie in a bottle and I was allowed a wish, I think I would want to go back and dance more. Wild hair, 3 in the morning, sweaty, nine minute dance mix, fun.
My thoughts from the laundry room. Great Dream.
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I wish we had more music like this now. The 80’s ruled!
My wish for you is that a place
for, um, “older” dance-loving people like yourself
is found nearby soon
I love this post! Me too–just follow the music and dance—go, Girl! I’m right there with you!. . . 🙂 J
Oh just go to a club and do your own thing! No one will care! haha!
I just knew you would say that. 🙂
I’m not really a club person myself, but I went out with a bunch of friends last week and really enjoyed myself. So, maybe a few glasses of rum had been consumed, but that’s not the point…
In the summers my (teenage) friends and I would travel every week to local area dances and dance like crazy in cutoffs and t-shirts. The dances were usually outside on the bay and it was great fun. And that was the seventies!
So fun! Why don’t they have that stuff for us now? Not stuffy parent things, just simple fun. Great memory, Barb.