Photo by the one & only Lotus Carroll aka SarcasticMomLC
It's been awhile, hasn't it?
I know. Trust me, I know.
It's not like I haven't sat down here in this hard wooden chair, stared at the glaring light of my Macbook a hundred times and let my fingers dance furiously along the keyboard - out of rhythm from sitting far too long on the sidelines, unfortunately - composing complete jibberish that once made sense in my head mid-steamy shower and then refused to hit publish. I've definitely been here. Just... a bit two-left-footed, I suppose.
I can't say it hasn't been frustrating; I've always been the girl to dance - not walk - her way onto the parkay floor, soaking up the spastic neon lights like energy, never needing to find the beat because it was always already in me. Then, there I was, watching everyone else with their shoulders bouncing, hips a-swaying, hair sashaying while I silently sipped my drink in a dark corner only to be enveloped with envy, seemingly unable to do the dance.
But guess what, assholes? Gloria was right. At some point, the rhythm does get you. Maybe it starts with a toe tap or a bop-and-weave of the neck. Perhaps it completely engulfs you and suddenly your entire body is shaking in maddened delight and there you are: you. You're back.
Or maybe it starts with a poorly written little post with shitty analogies.
Either way, I'm ready to get back out on the dance floor.