Interpretive Dance: Gone Daddy Gone

Do you ever have the sense (the futile, futile sense) that you are a square peg trying to cram yourself into a round hole?

I know I am not alone here. There are millions of us off-kilter people trying to navigate the world of hierarchies and meetings and cult-like worship of soulless logic. Not one to avoid melodrama, my job is killing me. Well, not literally killing me, but making me sick in nearly every sense of the word. For now it is for the greater good and I have faith that my time will come. A time of less stress, more smiles, more joy. A time when my aptitude, intelligence, humor, and quirk will be appreciated.

I always want you to show me your soul. I don’t understand artifice or restraint, even when it would behoove me to try. I love seeing a person’s soul shine through the grey, in whatever form it takes shape –  writing, running, performing.

I shine a little brighter while dancing. I never feel more confident or joyful than when I am dancing. That spark caught my husband’s eye and for that I am grateful. And I want to share a little bit of that with you today, as a reminder of what I have to give. A while back I mentioned my love of danceable angst, and so as not to spend too much time coming up with a song, I went with the previously mentioned ”Gone Daddy Gone.” No rehearsal, just fun. Enjoy! (Yes, Monkey helps me, too!)

Happy Saturday, Square Pegs! Share a little bit of your soul today.

(Tiny Disclaimer: I am about 5 lbs skinnier than is healthy for me right now, due to the aforementioned work stress. I am making every effort to put it back on. People who worry about me that way, try not to. I’m working on it.)

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