I Choose Dance

It’s Friday, so I’m playing Lisa-Jo’s writing game today here are her rules:  

1. Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt: “Dance” with no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

Here.. we..Go:

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As a young child I remember standing on the hard tile floor of the landing on the stairs.  Music played in my head as I shuffled and hit my feet on the floor.  If I wore just the right shoes the sound was magical.  It was the sharp, staccato rapping of taps.

I don’t know where the music went after that. 

Then in high school it came back.  It was loud, high and fast!  Those are the 3”r”s of marching band and how you win all those gleaming trophies that make the sports teams so jealous.  This time the dance is more controlled and in sync with everyone else, but that’s the beauty of it.

Finally a 6 year old’s dream is realized in college.  Where I have freedom to choose, I choose dance.  I choose Tap over physical conditioning, I choose Jazz over bowling and badminton.  The music is there and I embody it on a sprung floor in 2” heels with magical metal plates on the soles – on my soul.

The music leaves again, but as an adult I can seek it out.  I find it hiding out at the gym.  It’s masquerading as hard work and sweat.  I walk in, take a spot near the wall, take a deep breath and every Friday morning I DANCE!

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Now it’s your turn!  Head on over and link up.