Sunday, January 18, 2015
Waiting to dance is the crushing destroyer of the most determined spirits. Dancing happens so late. So incredibly late. I've been awake for weeks at this point, teaching & cataloging & driving & doing female social duty & navigating to strange places & sending kids off to new adventures & disciplining & Christ, there are still hours and hours to go. Dancing should happen earlier. I should be able to stop into a club at 7 am on the way to my car & rev up for work, process some of the physical tension. No wonder I'm in knots - I can't wait the interminable wait for the dancing.