Keep On Dancing

And It Doesn’t Have to Be “Good.”

Photo by tabitha turner on Unsplash

I used to think I was a good dancer. Or a decent dancer.

I’m not sure about that self-evaluation, but at least, I used to enjoy dancing, and the reflection I saw of myself in the mirror-of-my-mind. And, if I’m honest, I enjoyed my swaying silhouette in the mirror of my childhood bedroom while blasting the Jackson 5. It felt buoyant and celebratory.