About Stripping Down
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Dance Your Day
The Dance Pill actually worked today. I awoke early from bouncing kittens and children and was off to a crappy start of a day.
Before I knew it, I was ready to seriously bite everyone’s head off. It felt like I was being taunted by demons with breakfast orders and lunch demands.
A small inhabitant of my house, when needing help getting dressed, stood five feet away from me and wondered why I could not be of more aid.
A slightly larger resident asked me to comb her hair and then whined and cried the entire time I did.
Mommy needed her Dance Pill.
I scanned through the choice of songs I have left on my iPhone and chose Duran Duran “Hungry Like a Wolf.”
As I began to dance, all the common thoughts raced through my mind—why am I doing this? This is dumb. This doesn’t help. Shut up. Just dance. Just feel.
And a remarkable thing happened. I just fell into the lyrics and let myself be in the moment and not care. When I do that, everything feels right.
After I returned to my normal maternal duties, I felt better. The dance actually centered me, brought me some peace.
Now, does this mean I have to dance through my entire day? Good God! That would be awkward.
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