(I’m being super sneaky today because I think that today’s letter also fits in well (if squished, stretched and pinched) with the FTSF topic of the week!)
Dear Sackgirl and Botboy
D is for Dance like no one is watching, sing like no one is listening.
Probably because they aren’t. Honestly, if you are anything like me – my singing clears the room which guarantees dancing as a solo sport.
When I was at university the girls I lived with liked to go clubbing. I never understood what the big deal was about clubbing so I hadn’t been before and I quickly learnt that deafening music, darkness and flashing lights and sweaty bodies wasn’t really my thing. Most of the time I used to stay by the bar and watch, by myself.
Looking back, that was just a bit lonely. And pointless. No one in a club would have been watching me – why would they? Everyone was far too busy being involved in themselves.
I never really danced until I had children. And then they weaned me away from this self-consciousness – this paranoia monster.
I realise now how much I restricted myself. How much I restrained any urges to shout and sing and laugh out loud? How often have we contained, subdued, muted, oppressed ourselves so as not to draw attention to ourselves?
(Note, I’m not saying you should sprint naked through a library hollering, dance on the table during parents evening or belly dance at a baptism (unless you’ve been asked to by the parents for some reason) – there’s a time and a place! But – if you are in the right time and the best place – go dance!)
Live in the moment, dance your heart out and sing out loud if you feel like it. You never know, it might be just what the person next to you needed to see to get them dancing and singing too.
Thanks to Sharon for today’s advice.
Dance even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.