Shall we dance?

Why do we so often as adults give up what we loved from our childhoods? Increased responsibilities....blah blah..... lack of time...blah blah.....new directions.....blah blah.......inhibitions??

Whatever the reason, I miss certain things. First and foremost I miss dancing.

I started at the ripe 'ol age of 3 (I still have my first ballet shoes) and danced up until I was 15....ballet, jazz, tap..and of course the Saturday night under 18 discos... wasn't a bad hip hop type dancer. Even won the odd record!

I was certainly no primadonna and most likely pretty average at dancing, but I really loved it. The creativity, the movement, the expression, the adrenaline of performance nerves and simply feeling the music within you... definitely addictive!

So, why did I stop?

Since being 15, I've dabbled here and there, adult classes, bit of fun, but I guess nothing really replicates being a teenager and dancing with your friends, making up dances and laughing.... somehow we never felt silly or inhibited... but now I find myself embarassed when twirling diagonally down the studio (room full of wannabe dancers) nearly careening into the person ahead of me.....or shaking my 'booty' in front of the mirror and having all the other bits, the wrong bits, shake more... hmmm....

Not to mention the time my mother and I embarked on irish dancing lessons some years back...oh dear, I have never laughed so hard seeing my mother attempt to move her legs swiftly whilst leaving her arms by her side....I have never laughed so hard, so hard that I had to excuse myself from the class to regain composure... sorry Mum!!

I'm not giving up though... heading into 31 years and I'm ready to give it a whirl (or should I say twirl) again!

Dancing here I come.... anyone game to join me!