Dancing Shoes

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.

8 thoughts on “Dancing Shoes

      1. 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…

  1. 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!

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