Sizzle Says

I danced last night. I whirled and twirled and cut a rug. So what if I was on the clock working our annual dinner/dance fundraiser. So what if I had no “date” to speak of. So what if my feet were killing me in my pink polka dot heels.

I forgot how dancing makes me feel. It’s hard for me to repress a smile when I’m out on the floor. It doesn’t matter that some of the steps I’d learn back in college escaped me and that I resorted to making up some fancy footwork. All that matters is that for a brief moment I was able to remember a me I had forgotten. And I felt light. And I felt downright pretty.

An overwhelming feeling of Possibility coursed through me in time to the rhythm of the big band.  I felt alive and it felt fantastic.

“Somewhere beyond the sea/somewhere waiting for me/my lover stands on golden sands/and watches the ships that go sailin. . ./I know beyond a doubt/my heart will lead me there soon/We’ll meet (I know we’ll meet) beyond the shore/We’ll kiss just as before/Happy we’ll be beyond the sea/and never again I’ll go sailin’”- Beyond the Sea, Bobby Darin