Alas, life can’t always be smooth sailing. There are sirens beckoning us to death-trap rocky shores, and there’s the dumb luck of hitting an outlandishly perilous storm, and of course there’s sudden outbreaks of scurvy to contend with (Arrr, scurvy). And I am all for turning to exercise in times of discord*, or when something doesn’t quite go as planned. Yes, typically I’d say hit the gym or throw yourself into your weekly soccer game with gusto, but I forgot about one truly satisfying way to center yourself and relax:
The dance floor.
Your dance floor might be a gay bar with cohorts from college mischief. A place where Madonna, Katy Perry, and being sexy and you know it will reign. Let loose (or fine, drink a rum and diet Coke and then let loose if you must, but this really works sans liquid courage). Cut a rug. Put your body into motion. And more-so, put your emotion into motion.
Golly, I’m not saying get all ecstatic dance if that’s not your style. Just go into an open space with other people and extremely loud music and move. Shake. Shimmy. Jig. Cabbage patch. Running man. Shopping cart. Decorate the Christmas tree that comes to life and tries to eat you (anyone else like to scenario dance?). Wiggle. Waggle. Boogie. Make your shoulders do something wacky. Twirl. Swirl. Forget what is in your head – fill your head with nothing but notes, rhythm, breath and just prance.
Speaking of dancing…Worldwide Dance Flash Mob.
Think it will resemble this? I’m going to find out…
* And books that are both wise or insipid. And creative outlets regardless of crafty talent. And being just truly yourself. And and and…(one must have positive coping skills, as Kristin says).