Dancing

I love to dance. I love get dressed up to go out dancing or just dancing around in my kitchen while I do dishes. I love the romance of dance and the intricacy of the steps. I really love dancing when I know the steps. When I don't (and haven't had enough to drink) I tend to feel lost.

Relationships, especially at the beginning of them, are a lot like learning how to dance. You are never entirely sure of where you are supposed to go and sometimes you step on a few toes. You get to know your partner well and you also get to know yourself better than you did before you started to dance. You learn to work with your partner, or to find a new one. In the course of the dance, sometimes you move apart and sometimes you move back together. The steps are sometimes complicated and sometimes simple. Somedays it feels easy to take the steps and sometimes it's harder.

The ability to dance is something incredible. The motion and the passion behind the simplicty of dance is so full of expression. We can sometimes be afraid to start to dance because of what people might think, that we don't know the steps, or that we might step on some toes. When we are able to let go of the fear that stops us and begin to take our own first steps, alone or with someone, it is easy to understand the passion behind the motion and to find our own.