Why I ............ dance.

Let me tell you a little secret about myself.
I used to be a club kid. I spent every weekend on the dance floor. I was at my favorite club so often that they quit charging me entrance, stopped carding me and even gave me free bottled water. I knew the owners. I knew the bouncers. I had "breakfast" with the deejays at 4:00 in the morning when the place closed down. I came to life in the strobe lights and pounding music.

Something else you need to know about me and the club. I didn't drink. I didn't do drugs. I refused so many pick-ups that its crazy. I went to the club to do one thing and one thing only.

Dance until I was wet with sweat and sporting a perma-grin.


To this day, the one thing that can always make me feel better, even in the depths of serious depression, is dancing. I love it more than breathing. I love it more than food. I love it more than sex. Yeah, I just said that. Dancing, to me, is something that comes from the deepest part of the soul. It's emotional. It's liberating. It's beautiful. It's primal. It's instinctual. Even those people who insist that they can't dance, will move to the beat of music when no one is watching. Babies dance and bobble to music without ever being taught how. We are all born with it inside of us. Yes, some dancing looks better than others. But if it comes from somewhere real, there will always be something beautiful about it.

I dance because it makes me happy. It fills my soul up and makes it overflow with appreciation for my body, my life and my God. I dance because it makes me forget about everything else. It's an escape. I dance because something deep down inside of me is moved by music and I just can't help myself. I dance to feel alive.

And sometimes, sometimes......... I dance to remember who I am.


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