i sit in a chair all day at my job.
for eight hours, my bones hibernate. locked in place, the only movement being my fingers on the keyboard, littered with crumbs. as a result, i've noticed my body acting differently. aching, physically yearning, for movement.
in the mornings, during that initial roll up in bed, with legs stretched before me and arms above my head, i hear the cracks in my elbows. it's like they're yelling for activity. nudging me, in their not so subtle way, to use them. push them to their limits. engage them.
so last night, i did a little something different.
with the melody of "pocket full of sunshine" blasting in my head, i dropped my pocketbook at the doorway of my home, ran to the nearest mirror, and had a 20-minute dance party.
right there in the living room. in my work clothes, sans heels. in curls and pantyhose. a few minutes later, robert and pablo joined in on the action. we reconvened a few hours later to dance in our pajamas.
and i felt every fiber in my body thank me. applaud me. for the simple sways and makeshift pirouettes that my amateur feet made on the sisal rug. for the dynamic fluidity of the movements. the opening up of pores of happiness.
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i don't have a list of new year's resolutions. no set of goals or ambitions.
but i do want one thing for 2011.
more dancing.
and i'm convinced, everything else i need this year will fall into place.
