I Think This is What They Meant When They Said, "Get a Life."
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Hello, lovers.
My weekend? Ranks about first as the best since I got sober. I danced. And then danced some more. Friday night was two step, rumba, tango - whatever The Pilot threw my way, I gave it my all. And I loved every minute of it. Saturday, I even learned a bit of west coast swing, which I think has got to be my favorite so far. Then I got hooked on watching youtube videos late at night when I got home so I could keep doing it in my head.
I got sweaty, I got tired, my whole body aches and I love it. I love that I love it. I've always been the awkward one. She's the tall, geeky girl who doesn't fit in her body. The one who never knows how big she really is until she runs into doorframes and bounces bumper car-ish between refrigerators and tables - constantly crashing into things. The one who runs smack into the automatic doors at Walmart because she walks too fast for them to open and doesn't seem to notice until she's faceplanted in the glass. She's the one that keeps getting bruises even AFTER she quits drinking. Most people fall down drunk. She just falls down.
I don't FEEL that way when I'm dancing. Not one bit. I feel smooth and sexy and competent. Even when I don't know what the heck I'm doing. It's simply liberating. I DO fit in my body. And for some reason, this dancing thing just works for me. I think it's the thing I've been the most excited about since I stopped hiding in my closet with bottles. And I'm going to keep doing it. Come hell (Which I've already been to, we've proven I can walk through it.) and high water (Floods? Not a problem. Lived through enough of them.)
Oh, and I shot a gun, too. Like a big one. And got 2 out of my very first 25 clay pigeons. Not something I think I'll make a habit of, but I'm not terrified to be around someone with a gun anymore. I'm starting to cross so many things off my list of 100 things to do before I die, I better start planning my funeral.
I jest.
Sort of.
My weekend? Ranks about first as the best since I got sober. I danced. And then danced some more. Friday night was two step, rumba, tango - whatever The Pilot threw my way, I gave it my all. And I loved every minute of it. Saturday, I even learned a bit of west coast swing, which I think has got to be my favorite so far. Then I got hooked on watching youtube videos late at night when I got home so I could keep doing it in my head.
I got sweaty, I got tired, my whole body aches and I love it. I love that I love it. I've always been the awkward one. She's the tall, geeky girl who doesn't fit in her body. The one who never knows how big she really is until she runs into doorframes and bounces bumper car-ish between refrigerators and tables - constantly crashing into things. The one who runs smack into the automatic doors at Walmart because she walks too fast for them to open and doesn't seem to notice until she's faceplanted in the glass. She's the one that keeps getting bruises even AFTER she quits drinking. Most people fall down drunk. She just falls down.
I don't FEEL that way when I'm dancing. Not one bit. I feel smooth and sexy and competent. Even when I don't know what the heck I'm doing. It's simply liberating. I DO fit in my body. And for some reason, this dancing thing just works for me. I think it's the thing I've been the most excited about since I stopped hiding in my closet with bottles. And I'm going to keep doing it. Come hell (Which I've already been to, we've proven I can walk through it.) and high water (Floods? Not a problem. Lived through enough of them.)
Oh, and I shot a gun, too. Like a big one. And got 2 out of my very first 25 clay pigeons. Not something I think I'll make a habit of, but I'm not terrified to be around someone with a gun anymore. I'm starting to cross so many things off my list of 100 things to do before I die, I better start planning my funeral.
I jest.
Sort of.
19 comments:
If hell and high water should come your way (and I do hope you are done with that) please make sure your skank ho bitch boots are flame retardant and water resistant.
I'm glad you're having fun. I love dancing and definitely don't do enough of it.
Glad you're enjoying dancing and shooting- don't do much of either anymore...
Wonderful for you!
Except the gun - not so much.
I heart dancing and always wished I was awesome at it and could try fun things like rumba and salsa and swing. However, hubby is not a dancer. at.all. It's infuriating. He wouldn't care if I went dancing with the girls, but some of the kinds of dancing I want to try involves partners. I'm pretty jealous of you right now.
DID YOU GET ANY FEATHERS AND SEQUINS TO WEAR THIS TIME????
Oh, Pumpkin, I'm so glad you're living it up. Enjoy every minute of it. You deserve this so much!
I love that you're finding your little niche in the world. Here's hoping one day you'll post some You Tube video of YOU dancing!!! =)
I think you need to make a youtube video of you doing these dances and post it.
like, today
This really fills me with a lot of happiness when I read it. So glad you have found something you love.
Our bruises are kindred. Good for you, getting all sexy and physical. I haven't been dancing in a while. Hmmm.
~doing a little happy dance in her office chair~
Can't think of anyone more deserving!
Dancing is the best. Being at home in one's own body is such a good feeling.
And congrats on the shooting. I'm not comfortable with guns yet, but I have gone shooting once and I'm proud that I gave it a try.
"I feel smooth and sexy and competent."
Keep feeling like that hot mama! Glad you had such a damn good time.
Several years ago, I took swing dance lessons and LOVED every moment of it. I felt so girly! I thought the girly-ness was from the hunky instructor that twirled me around the floor, but after reading this post I think it may have been ME! Perhaps dancing is what us clumsy gals need to help us walk without running into things.
girl! I am all of 5ft nothing and trip, and bump, and bruise without realizing when, etc. And I do that sober. The only difference between you and I (well, I mean the OBVIOUS difference according to this blog entry alone) is that I'm just as clumsy on the dancefloor. For that? I envy you!
I have ALWAYS wanted to go skeet (sp?) shooting! Good on you, love.
I don't like guns, they scare the crap out of me.... but dance... I love dancing. I am SO happy you are enjoying yourself, I am picturing you with a big smile in your face that nothings can erase. And congrats on the swing, I can't swing for all the money in the world... really, I am very happy for you
Truly a great weekend! I love dancing it's so much fun, glad you're enjoying it : )
I'm totally average sized and I walk into doors all the time. It's because we have IMPORTANT THINGS we're thinking of.
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