Monday, March 28, 2016
Today I am grateful for Latin dancing. . .which is on Dancing With the Stars right now. In my soul I am a dancer who can do anything. In my mind I am a Latin dancer with a size two body, enough spray tan to change my heritage and an ability to spin like a dervish, kick my leg over my head, twist like a circus contortionist and do splits in six-inch spike heels. The mind is a dangerous thing.
I love, love, love watching dancing shows. To see anyone gliding across a floor in synchronization with music gives me a feeling like none other. If they are with a partner, all the better because then it’s not just about music and steps. . .it’s about relationships. And I love it.
I am the dancer every time I watch. From my living room perch my feet tap, my arms waft above my head, my chin turns up and my heart beats in rhythm with the music. It’s quite a sight so be glad you’re missing it. With a fantasy like this what can possibly be next? Will Hugh Jackman show up at my door wearing skin-tight-leather-pants and his shirt unbuttoned to the waist? Pant.
Whew. I’m distracted. What was I grateful for? Oh yeah. . .Latin dancing. . . C’mon Hugh. Ring the doorbell!