March 25, 2019
After attending a lovely wedding on Saturday, I know that dancing for three hours straight is better than any anti-depressant/anxiety medication I could pop. I've popped a few.
The sea levels in my body rose.
Dancing + laughing + more than one trip to the photo booth = silly good.
I can be so damn serious and overly concerned about everyone and everything. The part of me who watches and keeps track of details has her place. She's practical and gets things done. But she's kind of exhausting too.
Why does she get more time in my day than Dance girl?
Dance girl brings
The opening line to the classic book, The Road Less Traveled, is "Life is difficult."
We all know that.
But there's the other too.
There's joy, ease, lightness of being.
We may not shake it at weddings every weekend but can we do the things that need doing and lighten up? Be practical and smile till it hurts? I'm no party animal but for the record, I had 1.5 beers. It was delicious but definitely not the cause of my sea change. It was the dancing.
So, why aren't we dancing more?
Thanks to Kaila and Chris Thatcher for a beautiful day. Blessings! ☀️