dance dance dance

Friday night was a girls sleepover as a reward for winning change wars in our youth ministry. There was a lot of dancing going on. It was so much fun! I love dancing. I go wild. I look like a fool. BUT I FEEL SO FREE!

Dancing is something I love almost more than anything. I’m not good at it. Not at all.(I am missing the coordination factor.) Even though I suck at it, when I hear something with a good beat I can’t help but move. I don’t understand it but it makes me so happy to dance. Sometimes I want to stop dancing because my friends tell me I dance too “seductively”. I can’t help it. My butt moves where ever my knees and arms move because I am full bodied girl. I will try not to dance around boys, since I really don’t want to seduce any of them. But I will not stop dancing. I will dance in my car. I will dance in my kitchen. I will dance in my laundry room. I will dance in the bathroom, hallway, and stairway. I will dance when I am with all my girlfriends. And I will probably dance when boys are around but only by accident since I can’t help but dance dance dance.