In a world that spirals seemingly out of control.
Music keeps time balanced in my soul.
Even when I can't do right.
Dancing helps me see the light.
When all else fails and my mood is grim.
Get me to a dance floor and let me spin.
For as frustrating as learning the technique can be...
The happiest moments are between my partner, the dance floor, and me.
This is why I dance.
I know it's a bit childish with the rhyming and all... but I had a whim. Also an equal parts frustrating and progressive lesson with RT, followed by Social Latin and International group classes (As instructed by RT and Largo respectively).
Where there were some things I honestly didn't know if I'd be able to survive unscathed a few hours ago. The break from reality that is the dance floor allowed for a fresh perspective and some clarity, that I seem to only be able to find after dancing.
So maybe I still don't like MonDAYS.... but Monday NIGHTS are awesome!