Remember when you were younger and danced by yourself, danced with your friends, danced with your boyfriend, danced with anybody?
Dancing. I’m talking about the joyous dancing that comes from turning on some music and letting it rip. I’m talking about the huffing and puffing, get a side ache and still keep dancing kind of dancing.
Somewhere along the line, we quit dancing. Oh, not all of us…some of us are still dancing. Either way, you know who you are.
Here’s my dirty little secret
I stopped dancing about six years ago. All of my life I have danced. With or without partners. In the bedroom or in the living room. In front of mirrors or
