I’ve been feeling like a bucket of sludge. Lazy, unmotivated, and stuck. I can’t seem to get myself out of this holiday slump.
It’s not the rain. It’s not that I’m feeling particularly depressed or tired. I just can’t get moving. Like physically off the couch. Yesterday evening was no different. Five o’clock rolled around and it was time to cook dinner. Grabbed an onion and garlic from the fridge and started chopping. Spaghetti was on the menu. AGAIN. Renaissance Man has a penchant for pasta.
Halfway through slicing and dicing, I put the knife down. It was too quiet. I needed some background noise to drown the anxiety in my head. Wiping the garlic juice from my hands, I headed over to the ipod home station, scrolled down the silver screen and selected favorite dance songs.
Irene Cara’s, “Flashdance” came on. That was my cue. Channeling my inner Jennifer Beals, I immediately began feeling the rhythm.
There were no leg warmers, no cut-off sweatshirt. But there was PASSION. Plenty of it. The best ten minute escape from reality I had all day. A combination of layered shimmies, saucy finger pointing and a few heel toe kicks, helped release the tension from my body. Nothing like experiencing a happy hormone rush by way of vigorous hip shakes.
Dancing isn’t just about getting your heart pumping. Dancing is about living in the moment. And living without fear. So, today friends, no matter where life has you I dare you to dance. Lift your head up, hear the music, and dance like no one is watching. Or, like someone is watching. The point is, you don’t have to worry about having all the right moves. Dancing is not something you do. It’s something you feel.
Get yourself out of bed. Throw on a pair of shoes that make you feel pretty, maybe even smack on some lipgloss, and put one foot in front of the other. Dance your way out of the dumps. It worked for me. After all, what good is a kitchen if you can’t use it for dancing.
What’s your pick-me up song? Here’s what got me out of my rut: