Dance

I will say it: I love to dance. There's something oddly beautiful, liberating, and freeing about dancing. I can finally let go. I can finally show the world who I am, without trying to "pamper" my façade, without trying to be someone I am not.
I occasionally wonder about dancing and how it has changed over the years. In Jane Austen's time, dancing was communal. Watch "Pride and Prejudice", "Sense and Sensibility", and you'll see how everyone, old and young, ugly and beautiful, are included.
In our modern day society, dancing has become clubbing. I know only too well how it's not for everyone. You can end up dancing with a total stranger and feel uncomfortable. You might have to dance on tables. But then again, I sometimes wonder... why not?
I'm not advocating for clubbing. I am, for sure, saying that dancing has a wonderful way of letting me see the beauty in people which, for some odd reason, they hide.
People have gorgeous bodies. Why hide it?
So says a Mennonite-raised girl, who has also been exposed to Québécois culture and who has always been encouraged to express herself.
So in the end, what am I trying to say?
Maybe this. Dancing is the most wonderful way of letting go, of showing to yourself and to the world, that you are beautiful, and that you WANT to sprint along life's rhythms.
So.... absolutely, I will say... I love to dance.