Blame It On The Boogie

It really annoys me when people say that they hate dancing.

There, I said it.

To my friends who have said this to me in the past, I hope I haven’t offended you, I still love you dearly, but your lack of boogie frustrates me.

Oops.

I really have said it now.

I am pretty passionate about dancing. The Charleston, Jive, Salsa, Streetdance…you name it, I’m passionate about it. So much so, my dancing style is a hybrid of all of these. Freestyle is just my favourite thing to do. I feel truly alive when I dance. I’m at my happiest.

The rest of the time, if I’m not dancing or near a dog, I don’t know how to ‘be’. Dance and dogs are just about the only things I understand about the world. Just last night I was looking after my dog, who was scared by the bangs of fireworks, wrapping him up in a blanket whilst critiquing the dancers on ‘Strictly Come Dancing’. The judges would then repeat my exact critiques to the couple just after I’d say them. I just get it, you know? One day, I hope to marry a chap who loves dance and dogs just as much as me. If a guy dislikes or is impartial about either of these, then he just won’t make the grade unfortunately.  Sorry guys, I’m a tough one to please!

In August, I went to an incredible Christian festival called ‘Momentum’. If you haven’t heard of Momentum before, it’s basically one huge field filled with thousands upon thousands of people all who believe in Jesus. (He’s a brilliant bloke by the way team! God put all of his best qualities into this man who walked the earth to show people what God was REAAALLY like. ‘Cos humans had lost sight of who God really was. He did loads of cool stuff too. Like, heal people, bring kindness to those who no one was kind to anymore and he took on a lot of stuff. Like, you know all of those rubbish feelings we all feel sometimes after doing something bad? He took all of those feelings and bad stuff, and died so that we don’t have to feel like that anymore. So that, if we believe in Him, we can live guilt-free lives that strive to be for God, not for ourselves. Oh and he defied death by rising again from the dead. So, this means that, if we believe in Him, we too can defy death and live in Heaven. He’s actually pretty darn brilliant. Think about it… 🙂 )

So, danceyes, I went to this awesome camping festival where we had morning and evening meetings in this HUUUUUGE tent. Live music was played where we sung songs, heard encouraging words and learnt more about what it is to be a Christian. In the evenings were late night cafes, sports halls and mini clubs. I absolutely danced my butt off at this place. At the end of the 5 days, I came home with a really achey tummy. I wondered what the flip had happened to me…then, I realised. I’d pulled my stomach muscles from the amount of dancing I’d done. 🙂 Brilliant! And I love that. Dancing injuries are the best injuries. ‘Cos I know that I’ve had a good day/night from such injuries.acedffcfd09e2936e38a2e15d1881912

My friends and I just had the best time away together. Dance was one huge factor that really brought us all together. Gorgi and I even befriended a group of strangers one night at Momentum and just started dancing around with them during a main meeting. We even went out dancing with them later that night! So so much fun. Gorgi and I also went to a Jive class session at Momentum. We were quite excited to go, but when we got there, it was just a bunch of people not really knowing what they were doing and weren’t really dancing. So, we went to Cafe Uno next door instead and literally danced our socks off. (I actually lost a sock in that place. Gutted.)

Dancing makes me ‘me’! I use it as an expression of celebrating what God has given me. I dance because it makes me truly happy. I don’t need alcohol to dance. In fact, I don’t even drink! But, people at university often thought I was drunk on nights out due to my exuberance on the dance floor. I found/find this amusing. But it also makes me sad that some people think that they need alcohol to have a good time. This is so wrong!

Team, stop caring about what people think about you. Honestly, not caring set me free. I danced like crazy in an aisle at Momentum by myself for a good half an hour. I’m pretty sure I even whacked a few people in the face. But, do I care? Hmm, not really. People could have thought that I looked like an idiot, but I had the best time, and that’s all that really matters.

To all of those who don’t dance because of what others think about you…please just dance anyway. Or at least try. Life’s too short to have a heightened sense of insecurity about your body. Smile and just boogie. Boogie. Boogie. Boogie.

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