Gotta Dance

Sometimes, you just gotta dance. And while Monday mornings in the office are not typically or traditionally thought to be dancehall venues, I beg to differ. I think precisely because it IS Monday morning, a little dancing is in order. Because dancing, like laughing, heals what ails us, be it the Monday morning blahs, a hangover, a cold, a broken heart, a wounded soul........sometimes, even cancer.

When we dance, we forget our sorrows, they slip away and watch from the sidelines as we boogie, two step, swing, sway, waltz and hip the hop. Whatever one's color, creed, race or religious belief, no matter if you've got rhythm or you don't, no hurt or worry can cling to us for long while we give in to the music and inhabit it's strains. No grief will haunt us when we give over to a song that moves us  and creases our face in a smile at our own audacity and rediscovery of our body's capacity for movement when it's out of a chair.

So get up, set your body in motion, dance like noone's watching, defy Monday, rock the building, stomp the floor, walk the moon and yes, let it all hang out.

Need a little inspiration? Here you go. Careful now - you might find a toe wriggling and a foot tapping.