One of my favorite things to do in the world is dance. I’ve been dancing since before I was born. My mother says that when she was pregnant with me, I’d start kicking when she turned on her car radio. I’m sure hearing music by the likes of Rick James and Michael Jackson got me hyped as a fetus. I haven’t studied dance. I’m not a professional, but I love it.
Sure dancing is good for my body, but it does wonders for my mind. Those of you who follow this blog know when I’m feeling blue, I will put on my Madonna CD and dance in my living room until I’m sweaty. Or I’ll turn it out to the Cupid Shuffle, the Wobble. I may play some ‘90s hip hop (even Uncle Luke) or Latin music. I feel at my freest when I’m dancing. There’s something about the freedom of creatively moving your body. And girl, I dance like no one’s watching even if someone is watching.
The photo of me is from a blues class I took in San Francisco. My partner in the photo was the instructor for the night. As you can see I was having fun, being free. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I enjoyed myself. And it didn’t hurt that the instructor was cute. I haven’t been back in a while, but I want to take up blues dancing again. It’s a lot of fun.
At first I was nervous doing blues dancing because your partner has to be really close to you. But then I remembered how my friends and I used to get down in college. In blues dancing, your partner is close to you like when you were grinding at a college frat party. But there’s more of an art to the movement in blues. I need to get active again, and this is on my list.
If you’re in a slump, get your dance on. It could be at a club or in your den. Just move, spin, twirl, drop like it’s hot, do the robot. If you’re feeling good, dance. You’re bored? Dance. Just dance.
Single ladies, look for blues dancing in your area. There are usually a lot of men there.