I’m not saying all the world’s problems can be solved with dancing.
But it sure can get your mind off of crap for a minute.
I’ve had a pretty shity week, and some bad shit like diseases, sickness, physical disorders and family drama will never go away.
But during 3 hours of dancing, my mind was off of drama.
There are many things I can’t control in my life, but at that moment, I could dance. And dance my fucking ass off I did.
For a minute there, I was Britney holding the snake.
I was Beyonce grinding next to Jay Z.
I was Jessie J grabbing her crotch like a dude.
I was sweaty. I was half naked. I was free.
Here’s to dancing…
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