I don’t understand why someone created the catch phrase “Dance Like No One Is Watching”. I just… What? Huh? Hmm..
I will dance. I will dance if someone is watching, I will dance if no one is watching. I could care less if someone thinks my dancing is good or bad. I could care less if someone else’s dancing is good or bad. I only care if they are or are not getting down next to me on the dance floor.
I am a dancer. I’m not a classically trained ballerina or a hip hop master. Although, I have been asked where I learned to dance like that…(The answer is Sisters 3 Dance and hundreds of hours of wedding receptions)…although, on second thought, my mother-in-law may have been politely inquiring how her daughter-in-law could act like such a hussy…
I will be dance. Since the 6th grade, I have given my whole being into dance. At the end of the pre-teen co-Ed dances at the local church, I left drenched in stinky sweat with my Aquanet bangs stiffly hanging in my eyes only despairing that the dance was over, not that the boys saw me at less than my finest. As an adult, I don’t understand why my friends stand around at the 50th birthday party chatting with people we talk to every week when there is music and a dance floor, things we DON’T have every week.
I don’t understand. How can you not dance? How is it that you need to talk yourself into dancing? Truthfully, however, I think slow songs are only good for when nature is calling, but, also only for ballet dancing in my kitchen.
Frankly, I do have dancing every week. Just no one is watching.