i love to dance
i mean love
but can i dance?
that would be a big fat no. this girl has no rhythm
(although i am queen of chair dancing)
you will never see me dancing in public, unless there is alcohol involved
because then – well – i am a total superstar
the fact that i can’t dance – does not mean i shouldn’t dance
and so i am doing some hip hop – in the comfort of my own home
sure, i may have kicked a dog or two so far
sure, i’ve almost peed my pants laughing at how ridiculous i must look
and yes – i’ve heard laughter coming from the peanut gallery when i am not alone
i have learned that there is no point in doing something you hate
there is nothing worse than trying to talk yourself into a daily work out when you hate it
so why not do something you love?
and i love dancing!
it’s only day 2 and my body hurts from head to toe
so you can’t tell me it’s not doing anything for me
and the upside?
it’s in the comfort of my own home
so i can look the fool all i want
i don’t care
do what you love
love what you do