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Let your hair down and DANCE!
Dec. 6th, 2007 09:11 pmI was feeling a little down today. Depressed. Bummed out. Weepy and discouraged.
Yep.
I don't know if it was the grey skies, below-zero temperatures, or the fact that I recently got laid off from my job (me and many other poor souls). Or maybe it was the realization today, after balancing my checkbook and assessing my finances, that because of the job situation money's tight and I can't give all that I want, to my family, friends, or to the charities I like, for the holidays this year.
It's probably all of the above. All I know is... today I was feelin' it.
I tried to keep busy, get some tasks done, focus my mind. But this evening as I settled in for the night, I found myself returning to that state of melancholy. Didn't feel like chatting with anyone, didn't feel like writing, didn't feel like doing much of anything.
Didn't much like that feeling.
So, I clicked into iTunes and browsed my Library. Picked a really bouncy, jamming-guitar, toe-tappin' tune from the "way back" days of junior high and light-hearted fun with my bestest girlfriends...
The Go-Go's, "I'm the Only One."
(What? Don't judge. What fun song would you pick from your junior high days? Seriously, tell me -- I want to know! *GRIN*)
Cranked it UP.
Let my tresses out of their hair clip prison...
... and started dancing all around my apartment, like a maniac. (No, I didn't play that song, although it would be fun! Hee.)
I'll be honest. I'm not a great dancer. I don't think I'm any good at all. I'm certainly not trained, and I have no real style. But I just let go and danced as vivaciously and insanely as I possibly could. Hair flying, arms waving, head bobbing, body spinning and curving about. Uninhibited. Until I was out of breath and laughing at myself.
Nothing's resolved, of course. I still have no job right now. I still have to find a new one (and that may involve a career shift). And I worry that I won't find one before the savings run out. That's pretty damn frightening sometimes.
Nevertheless... in the midst of the song, and after flailing all around my apartment like a wild woman, I feel much better.
Do me a favor and pick a song. Just one kick-ass favorite song. Turn it up LOUD. (Don't torture your neighbors, though. That would be rude.)
Don't let anyone dissuade you. Don't give a shit what anyone else thinks. Don't pay them any mind.
Then, however you are able -- start DANCING!
Yep.
I don't know if it was the grey skies, below-zero temperatures, or the fact that I recently got laid off from my job (me and many other poor souls). Or maybe it was the realization today, after balancing my checkbook and assessing my finances, that because of the job situation money's tight and I can't give all that I want, to my family, friends, or to the charities I like, for the holidays this year.
It's probably all of the above. All I know is... today I was feelin' it.
I tried to keep busy, get some tasks done, focus my mind. But this evening as I settled in for the night, I found myself returning to that state of melancholy. Didn't feel like chatting with anyone, didn't feel like writing, didn't feel like doing much of anything.
Didn't much like that feeling.
So, I clicked into iTunes and browsed my Library. Picked a really bouncy, jamming-guitar, toe-tappin' tune from the "way back" days of junior high and light-hearted fun with my bestest girlfriends...
The Go-Go's, "I'm the Only One."
(What? Don't judge. What fun song would you pick from your junior high days? Seriously, tell me -- I want to know! *GRIN*)
Cranked it UP.
Let my tresses out of their hair clip prison...
... and started dancing all around my apartment, like a maniac. (No, I didn't play that song, although it would be fun! Hee.)
I'll be honest. I'm not a great dancer. I don't think I'm any good at all. I'm certainly not trained, and I have no real style. But I just let go and danced as vivaciously and insanely as I possibly could. Hair flying, arms waving, head bobbing, body spinning and curving about. Uninhibited. Until I was out of breath and laughing at myself.
Nothing's resolved, of course. I still have no job right now. I still have to find a new one (and that may involve a career shift). And I worry that I won't find one before the savings run out. That's pretty damn frightening sometimes.
Nevertheless... in the midst of the song, and after flailing all around my apartment like a wild woman, I feel much better.
Do me a favor and pick a song. Just one kick-ass favorite song. Turn it up LOUD. (Don't torture your neighbors, though. That would be rude.)
Don't let anyone dissuade you. Don't give a shit what anyone else thinks. Don't pay them any mind.
Then, however you are able -- start DANCING!
