Since I’m normally reserved, certain souls (Mom) will be pleased to know I danced like an exuberantly witless chicken this morning. In full view of my neighbors.
A good friend emailed me a link to the Gratitude Dance on YouTube. Expressing conscious gratitude is a pretty healthy habit, but did I really need to do this "dance" to get there? I watched the video, glanced around my living room, and thought…why not? (Actually: this is so stupid, but fine.) Sure, the neighbors might see me flailing in the bay window, but must I always be too cool for school? Besides, the one most likely to see me washes his car…in the rain…in his bathrobe. And evidently loves it.
So I danced alone in my apartment, neighbors’ raised eyebrows be damned. After just a few seconds of jiggling, I started laughing. I was soon laughing so hard, the cat (let it be known) scurried into the closet. Mom would dance without a second thought; in fact, she’d probably open the curtains wider.
Dance!
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