So in my quest to live to the fullest and experience joy on daily basis last week I signed up for a dance class and committed myself to going once a week at lunch time. Today I went to my first full hour dance class in 15 years. I haven't moved in some of those ways in years! So now my hips are sore and my butt cheaks hurt, but it was worth it for all the fun I had. I love to dance, so much so that some people have said "I'm a dancin' fooooool" [to quote Zappa].

I enjoyed it so much I can't wait to go back next week. I'm counting the days, the hours and the minutes. Hmmmm, could this be love? Sigh, it certainly feels like it. So what prompted me taking this dance class? What was my inspiration? One of the women who works on my floor is a competitive ballroom dancer! She has the body of a goddess and glides as she walks! I want her body!

Nooooo, not in THAT way you pervs! But in me working on myself in this fun wonderful way to slowly get there. A Cyd Cherisse or Ginger Rodgers I'll never be, but in the right masterful hands, like those of my award winning dance instructor, I can at least reach a higher plane than where I am. Sigh!

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