You know the kind of song that just makes you want to get up and dance even though you know you’ll look like an idiot?
I was never the let-go-and-dance kind growing up. I always felt awkward seeing people just let loose while dancing. But just now, I heard this:
I got up from my chair and started dancing. There was a lot of hip, arm and shoulder movement that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a modern country music video. Yes, I’m twenty-six and I’m supposed to be an adult. Yes, I still haven’t lost that sense of…I don’t know what it is. Yes, I probably looked really silly (which is why I’m really glad the neighbours couldn’t see through the window).
But I’m determined to be free. I don’t want to be in a comfortable cage – I want to fly.
And if that means misplacing my sense of awkwardness, that’s fine by me.