Just Dance

Gary and I like to keep our dancing blog light and happy, because that’s how we think about dance. We are both happy people and we choose to live our life doing things that that bring us joy.

Saying that, no one lives a pain-free life, no matter how hard you try. Gary has been going through some hard times with his job lately…fortunately he's not there anymore and we can now start to put the unhappy past behind us.

Through it all, we had our dancing. Dancing brings you so close. You are literally in each other’s arms. Dancing together is a safe and loving place to be. We always enjoy that, but during this crisis we needed it.

Also, as Gary has said, when you are doing rapid spins, jumps, and dips, your mind had better be on what you are doing or someone’s going to get hurt. Dancing forces you to be in the moment. You can’t think about anything else. Not won’t…can’t.

Our troubles may have been there as we got ready for the dance. The situation leaked into our brains afterwards. But during…ahhh. Sweet peace and relief.

Dancing. It’s more than fun. It’s therapy.

Get Up Offa That Thing...

I'm not sure how long it's been since I last wrote. Too long, that's certain. I've just walked out on the worst boss I've ever had in my life, bar none. This is a dance blog, so I'm not going into any gory details, I'll just say that it came down to a sanity call - keep my sanity or not.

So, at T+1 days after severing my ties and even with the beginnings of worrying about finding another job, I can say I'm already feeling better than I have in months. Sure, I'm still shell-shocked. If that wasn't true, then the whole thing wouldn't have been a problem because I wouldn't have cared. There have been moments of clarity during the storm, especially in the final weeks. Times when I suddenly found myself saying, "Wait, this is craziness…", but the only times I've felt free were the times I spent on the dance floor. I stand by my mantra, dance takes you somewhere else - somewhere things aren't so bad.

So, in honor of putting the horror behind me, here's a little sentiment from Mr. James Brown.