On Dancing

This picture was snapped shortly after I sat down, sweaty from 15 minutes of an impromptu dance party with my 2-year old daughter.

I know those people who post about doing stuff like that, but I've never been one of them.

I've always been the girl who had to drink--heavily--to dance. And even then, not really. Dancing is a body celebration, an intuitive movement sort of thing that requires letting go of self-consciousness and trusting your body to move where it wants to. I had no fucking clue how to do that.

Recently, I've caught myself busting a move when I hear music in the middle of my kitchen and in front of my whole family. I feel like a teenager who's just been given permission to drive. My kids are soaking it up, their mother who doesn't dance, dancing.