I love dancing. I always have, and I always will. My grandma always said it came from her. She loved dancing, and always did.
It was how she met her husband, my grandfather, at a local dance. Now she’s gone, when I dance with my other half, I think of her, imagine her doing the same, and I smile.
I did ballet, tap and modern for twelve years and loved it. I had to stop, when life and university got in the way. But I missed it. Then at university, I discovered alcohol, and night clubs. Suddenly I could dance again, until dawn if I wanted to. Which I did, even if my body ached the next day. I’m not sure what it is about Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum, but it always makes me want to dance. Even just the one makes me want to dance.
I love that feeling, when I’m drinking and dancing.. When my mind is silent, for once. No thoughts, no worries, no doubts. It’s just me, and the music. When nothing else matters except the music, consuming my mind and filling my soul. It’s as if I’m made of music, and I move with it, just let it be. I am free, and happy. With the fire and ice thst floods my senses as I drink the rum and coke, making me feel more alive than ever. I am free, and happy, in my own little universe. Others join of course, but all are welcome to my little happy kingdom. As I dance the night away, on top of the world. Its a feeling like no other, the best feeling in the world.
I can’t get enough of it. And I never will. So I drink and dance my worries away. I love dancing, and I always will.
