Dancin' with My-se-helf!

They say laughter is the best medicine. I say dancing comes in at a close second. Maybe it’s a girl thing. Or maybe it’s a ‘me’ thing, but there is nothing quite like dancing ‘balls-out’ (so-to-speak), by yourself. Sometimes, I just can’t help myself. Pent up energy, an unconscious solution to letting off some steam, or hearing a song that I just can’t help but move to; whatever it is, I instantly feel happy. And not happy so-so; I mean happy.

Tonight’s inspiration may have come from a combination of things... An annoying day at the office, pent up energy that wasn’t released at the gym, and/or driving back from Rita’s listening to Chicane (Don’t Give It Up). Either way, I danced myself sweaty and even in this cold weather bared down to my skivvies doing it.

I think even guys would dig it no matter if they never told anyone about it. Heck, maybe some do. Paul Brickman’s inspiration for the oh-so-famous Tom-Cruise-dancing-in-his-skivvies scene must’ve come from somewhere. Maybe his wife; maybe him. And for those of you (men and women) that haven’t tried it, I highly recommend you do.

You know the saying, “Dance like no one is watching”? Yeah, well, here’s your chance. Dim the lights. Pump up the volume. Annoy your neighbors every now and then while you’re still young enough to get away with it. Let your hair down. And have at it. Because tonight, it could be exactly what the doctor ordered.

It was for me.