Please don't confuse that with “I can dance”. Or that I ever let anyone see me dancing. Or that I will ever admit to my love for dancing…(what, you mean like in a blog post?)
Well, I won’t show you anyway. It’s not that I’m not musical? I took piano lessons when I was younger, I learned to play by ear. I can play Mozart as well as that song from Frozen, so, you know...I do okay? I can play air-piano like a boss (unlike air-guitar or air-drums, air-piano looks slightly less cool...like you’re feeling around for a very tiny object in the air). I can lip-sync along to a pop radio station. I’m not that picky with music styles, although I can’t understand the appeal of the guy that hangs around Kim Kardashian who thought he was Jesus (I'm almost positive he's not). Or Jay Z. Or Drake. (but you do you, Drake). Whenever things get rappy, I tend to tune out.
I love internet radio - Pandora! Okay, I love the idea of Pandora. We don't get it here in Canada. We do get Spotify. They make you fill out an extensive form so you can customize your "station". You choose from several million styles of music. Each of which has a sub-category to choose songs, bands and artists. Each of these has a sub-sub category for the mood or fitness activity you want the music to accompany. Months later (when you finish the form) your station will undoubtedly be endless hours of Sting. Just Sting. (but I picked th---no!!! Nope. Sting. It's Sting. )
Being musical, enjoying music on the radio, and actually dancing to music are very different things. Especially if you add another element. I can't lip-sync and dance. Or sing and dance. Or anything and dance. And like I said – even the dancing is debatable. I don’t have "moves". I bite my lower lip in concentration. I am juuust slightly off-beat. One time I actually did the hold your nose while you go underwater move (I did not look hip like that B-52’s girl).
I like to dance to Meghan Trainor’s “Better When I’m Dancing” because, well…because it’s called that. What I have noticed, is that for the video…they are constantly showing only the tiniest of snippets of her dancing. Just some arm moves. Two seconds of what might have been a twist or something. Not enough to convince me that even SHE can dance…but!! She claims that she feels better when she dances. Her "better" probably has more to do with the royalty checks that my “better” is providing, but whatever. Better is better, right?
I also like Justin Timberlake's "Can't Stop the Feeling". Or is it "Can't Fight the Feeling"? Wait, no... "Can't Stop the Music"! No. That doesn't sound right either. "Can't Fight the Music"??? Look. There's music, there's feelings, there's fighting...there's JT in white pants. Just let Google figure it out.
The reason I’m trying so hard to convince you I can’t dance, is because I opened with the fact that I love to. See what I did there? Because the point is that it really doesn’t matter…you can (and should) dance regardless of your ability. You really, really should. Just try it. Right now...bob your head a little and turn it from side to side. Right? Isn't it kinda fun? Okay, now stop it. You look a little nuts.
Doing this is helping me improve my dance moves. A little. Maybe not enough to call them moves yet, but I no longer just kind of sway awkwardly from side to side wondering what I'm supposed to do with my arms. The other day, I looked exactly like JLo for about 3 full seconds! Okay, fine. It was only 2. I tried to repeat the move, fell, twisted my ankle a little and couldn’t do any happy dancing for a few days, but! The memory will live on…
I'm convinced of this plan. Next time you are feeling anywhere from a little blue to absolutely hopeless about life…go be alone and put on your favourite song. If you can’t be alone because you have toddlers – definitely still go for it. Toddlers are always game for this, as they invented the whole idea. They know things, those little people.
Then turn it up. Loud. Although be careful with the ear-bud situation…deafness is rarely overcome by dancing (I’ve heard) (because I keep my ear-buds at a reasonable level). Then just close your eyes and move around. I would tell you what to do next, but I have faith in this plan. You’ll know. Get your groove on (or let your freak flag fly, whichever applies to you...) Ten minutes of this and you might feel strong enough to tackle that big obstacle in front of you.
The beauty of this idea is that it provides you with another option, which is…
Dance your bad self right past the obstacle while sticking your tongue out at it! (see above: toddlers).
Way - way more fun.
Shake ya booty! (um. Do people still say that?)