This afternoon, some of my dance buddies and I are driving to Olympia to dance for three hours. I've only ever danced for ninety minutes so I might collapse. Right in front of everyone.
I love to dance. I could feel tired or angry or sad or bored and the music and the movement and the other dancers pull me up and out. Or down and in. I don't know.
It heals what ails me. And I'm grateful that Maya drug me to the first dance in December cuz now I'm committed. As long as I can move, even if I just lie there and wiggle my toes.