What inspires you?
What sets your mind racing even as your heart steps it up an extra beat or two?
Where do your blogging ideas come from?
Why post on a particular topic?
This week I have asked myself these same questions and I could not define anything objective until 20 minutes ago; well, that is, for today’s post anyway.
Yup, you guessed it (duh, the title may have clued you in too) BUT the point is, I have been following this season’s Dancing with the Stars for the first time and I am totally hooked. Or should I say, I am dancing deep inside, way, way down deep. I have always loved to dance but now at the age of 62 I am dreaming of dancing just like those bejewelled and sequinced clad darlings on the tellie. It’s a pipe dream, well I know it…..but I am having so much fun picturing myself throwing my leg over my husbands shoulder…(on the dance floor! tsk tsk)
I cannot sit still while cheering on these extraordinary dancers. I am tapping and swirling in my heart and if ever I do get asked to be on this show, I have decided I will gladly accept. I will agree to waltz with any man of their choosing; I will jitterbug and fast step with a happy assortment of partners but please, please, PLEASE, do not ask me to dance with a guy who used to be a girl. I cannot stop remembering what an adorable little poppet Charity Bono was as a little girl. It’s just too much for my little brain.
In the meantime, perhaps I should push my daily walks a little further; maybe I will start to lift weights again. I mean I want to look a little better on television than I would with this dilapidated body of mine. HAH!
(yawn)…well, time to go to bed to dream of the music, the flowing gowns, the spike-high heels and the cheering of the excited crowds as I am crowned the most mature Dancing Star ever!