I have an incredible gift of dancing to an entirely different beat than everyone else around me... I have been accused of dancing to commercials and ring tones. I have been told to bring my own fence to live shows.
Yesterday I heard so much great live music on the streets of Pacific Grove and felt an incredible need to dance.. Move like an idiot. Wave my arms around like some stoned hippie at Woodstock. Jump. Bop and pop to every beat. Drum my fingers on my legs and try to follow each instrument as if I knew the song the band was playing.
I tried to make the cutest little blonde haired boy with amazing blue eyes dance with me and he not only didn't care for me or try to dance, but he looked at my feet and then looked up at me with this "crazy lady" stare while his parents looked on with this "yay!" face waiting for him to try to dance with me; or they could have just been enjoying the music for all I know...
I jumped in the crowd of female dancers at the Latin stage with my blue Guatemalan satchel hanging from left to right shoulder that was filled with random things (including four wine glasses I had bought earlier) and danced. I ran into a lot of old friends and new friends, and although I didn't talk to any of them for more than a few minutes, it was good to see them and what they're doing with in their lives.
There's a saying that goes something like "never look back unless you're planning to go there."
This morning I woke up feeling so blah and uninspired. I went through old photos and watched this video again.
Travel back to my dance beginnings in 2005 when I had the biggest insecurities, the smallest waist, the perfect shade of brown skin and the biggest inability to let go on the dance floor and just enjoy the music and be free. Come back to today. Inspiration called. :)
