I dance mostly because it’s fun–and there are all sorts of things about it that constitute “fun.” It makes me feel sexy. I get a great workout. I like how it makes me feel, inside and out. I *love* what it has done for my body (particularly my butt and shoulders–all those squat moves[!] and well, everything that uses arms, which is pretty much everything ).
But there’s a whole ‘nother layer to why I do it. When I strap on mile-high sparkly shoes and teeny little shorts, I shed my daily self and become a different person. Except I’m not really different, I’m still 100% me. But this me moves in a way that normally doesn’t fly out in public (except for that one time I snagged myself a free coffee at Starbucks for the way I picked up a dollar bill, ha!). What really happens is that this side of me, a side that’s always there, finally gets to take center stage–literally. This side of me doesn’t have work deadlines to think about, or laundry to do, or a checkbook to balance, or an oil change to schedule. Oh, no. This side of me is all about music and swinging my booty and pirouetting and spinning and feeling like I can fly.