Everybody Got Their Something

There’s that one thing that everyone does when they’re feeling really good or really bad. I guess it’s different for everyone. I’ve known guys who drown themselves in video games or go to the gym. It must be the tough guy hero thing. I’ve know girls who watch romantic comedies or take baths with candles, bubble and wine. Women are saps.

But me? What do I do when I’m feeling really good or really bad? I don’t write. Not usually. I make sure there are no openings at the windows for the neighbors to peek in, turn on some music and dance. Not well. Just boogeying to the beat I hear in my head and losing myself in my favorite songs.

I’ve been teaching my girls to do it too. PK hears certain songs and immediately grabs the nearest spoon, hairbrush or candlestich for karaoke. Even Spy Baby is into it although she prefers to dance on furniture rather than the floor. I guess dancing is a genetic thing because they love it. They giggle and groove. Maybe one day we’ll all find the rythym and learn to move to it. Until then we’re turning off the lights, closing the blinds and wiggling our butts to the beat only we can hear.