Last week-end, Tom and I were heading out-of-town on Friday afternoon. Exhausted from the week and both sick, I had no idea how were were going to make a 6 hour drive to Indianapolis. We played a few regular CDs but soon started playing our Legacy Dance mix CDs that were in the car. Hours past and I asked Tom how he was doing with staying awake. “I’m doing fine,” he said. “I’m dancing in my head.”
I was so delighted to hear that honest response. Delighted, because I do that all the time! In a store, in a restaurant, at my school when they are playing music on the morning announcements – if there is music playing, I am dancing in my head. The compulsion to move when I hear the familiar dance rhythms must sometimes be resisted so the movement finds a place in my mind. There, no one can judge my obsessive behavior; no one can impede my steps. It is a wonderful place to dance when there are no other choices.
So, if you are trying to have a conversation with me while music is playing in the background and I seem a little detached, don’t be offended. It is simply that I’m dancing in my head!
See you on the Floor!