I can't express the incomparable joy I fell when I am dancing. Every time I get back into a dance class I remember how much I love it.
Currently, I am taking a Big Band Swing class; we've had a grand total of 2 lessons and I want to go join the big band club. I know the very basics of triple step, but it's enough for me.
Maybe it has to do with a guy holding me in close proximity to him without being weird; but as soon as the music starts and we start to move, doesn't matter what kind of day I've been having, I am smiling.
The same thing happened when I took ballroom 2 years ago. I even still enjoy the fox trot, although given the option I would pick rumba or tango any day.
I also enjoy just the fun school dances, even when I spend most of the slow songs up against the wall. But with the lights dimmed and all your friends around, you can jump around like crazies and laugh at absolutely nothing, getting completely high on life.
Maybe that's just what I need to remember on my bad days, maybe Lady GaGa was onto something. "Just dance, gonna be okay...da da da doo in."
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