I was recently on a flight, and I kept dancing in my seat. I just could not contain it. First, there was a little head bob. Then, my shoulders started uncontrollably moving. I tried to hold it in, but my smooth groove could not be contained. Dang that Justin Bieber. He was responsible for starting it off…or was he? Was this bouncy, carefree groove the source of my glee or was it something else? Stop, hammer time! Just kidding:).
This year has been a year characterized by self exploration. 10 months into 2015, I feel like it is coming together. I have identified that current of angst that has been hiding under the surface of my consciousness in a sometimes stealth way. I’ve been working on meditating and taking an honest look at myself, my choices, and my behaviors, regardless of whether I like what I see. I believe this happy dance is a reflection of the emotional freedom I am beginning to experience. I feel like I have been in a prison of my own design that it has taken years to free myself from. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that I have been miserable the last few years. I’m saying that there was more happiness out there to achieve, and I’m determined to claim it now.
Back to the happy dance. Lol. There was an episode of Grey’s Anatomy where Callie remarked that she knew she was happy when she would dance around the house in her underwear. I know I’m happy when I feel an energy and a rhythm in my life…when I feel the urge to dance or bop around almost anywhere. Hey, world, I’m back!
May you discover the path to your best self and fight for your happiness. Find your happy dance! Life is too short!
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