...on your dirty kitchen floor...in your favorite jeans...and sock feet...dance...and mean it.
Life never meant for you to keep your feet, hips or mind still...move. Something about the swaying and twisting of your body, the gliding of your feet makes the worries fade, the stress ease and the smile return...even if only for a few magical moments. But I'm going to guess that the mood will hold you longer.
Somewhere between 6AM and 7AM Monday I danced after having not slept one single wink. My singing along loudly with Darius on my iPod woke my love...and, of course, he came downstairs and danced, too. We're still smiling.
My one word this month...yep...dance. You gotta dance...promise you will.
