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Five Minute Friday: Dance

Five Minute Friday is a writing event that has writers spending five minutes writing on the same topic and then sharing them at http://katemotaung.com/five-minute-friday/. This week's word is Family.

 This photo was taken at my friends' wedding last summer. We had stopped dancing long enough to pose for the camera. I framed this photo because I wanted it to remind me that, here, at this wedding, I was completely myself and people were enjoying spending time with me. And as I twirled around on that barn floor turned dance floor with five other women, probably to a wonderful 80s dance hit, I was so content. I was happy without even thinking about it. It was amazing!

But dancing isn't just for a dance floor. I have found myself lately dancing through life, embracing what it is offering. There are some major changes coming my way at work, but at the same time, it is invigorating me to get things done in my home life too. I no longer want to sit on my couch, I want to get out and dance like I was at a wedding in Maine, enjoying the music even if it is only in my head. I want to dance toward happiness instead of staying under the covers of sadness. I want to dance into a better life.
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  1. LezlieNovember 6, 2015 at 5:23 PM

    I love your comment about dancing through life. That is how I want to live as well.

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