What Inspires Me...and maybe you

Tonight I danced. The class was over an hour, yet I estimate that I danced for a total of one minute.

It first happened during warm-ups, and lasted about 11 seconds. I felt my eyes go to the ceiling and I saw my happiness flow out of my finger tips as I threw my hand over and swung my hip away. I was free and floating. I was a dream. I was dancing.

Then I became conscious- aware of where I was, and the manual controls took over and the moment with it.

Sitting here typing I can't recall the exact moments it happened again. Yet it did and that in itself is fantastical enough. I had forgotten about them, those moments of body, mind, and soul uniting me to be, well- the me I love to be. Dance had completely lived on in my mind, and only slightly more, on the kitchen floor.

I have so many, "I should find a class," " I miss dancing" "I'm going to a dance again" floating about my tongue, and finally inspiration bounced them straight out my mouth and into a studio.

It was Becky, if you must know, and her email with video clips, from "So You Think You Can Dance" that inspired me. In fact, I believe it was even the very first clip in the queue of many, of these two young kids dancing to , "Bleeding Love". My heart ached as I watched them. ACHED. I wanted to dance so badly.

So the next day, I looked up dance studios in my area. I found a class right around the corner (go earth power!) and watch SYTYCD videos on You Tube until the appointed hour of the class. I did a bit of freaking out...should I bring clothes and try to dance tonight? And ended up rushing out the door at the last minute with the idea that I would observe the class, and if I liked it-go the following week.

I watched. I loved. My heart fluttered. And then I spluttered for two weeks. Afraid to see myself in the mirror. Afraid to fail. Afraid it was too late. Afraid my body would not be able to do it anymore.

But it did! First for 11 seconds, and then again for 20, and later back down to 5 and then 9 ....yet over time it added up.

And now, I am at home typing this for you. 'Cause who knows...what inspired me, well-just might inspire you.