I watched a woman dance at a Jazz Festival last weekend. She caught my attention because her arms were all over the place. Hard to miss. Her moves were creative and not exactly in time with the music but, after watching her a while, I finally understood that keeping the beat wasn't the point of her dancing. She was just "feelin' it". She was dancing as if no one was watching. I envied her.
I have no idea why I didn't get up there and dance too. There was a sweet, little group of people swaying about. There was plenty of room for me on that stage, yet I just kept watching and stayed on my blanket.
And the whole time I'm thinking, 'So what if I look like a fool? When am I going to see these people again? They're strangers.' Will I be at the grocery store and someone will come up to me and say "Hey! Aren't you that lady that was crazy-dancing at the Jazz Festival last weekend? Ha! Ha!". No. I doubt it.
Although here I am, remembering that woman that was crazy-dancing at the Jazz Festival last weekend. But I'm not laughing at her. I envy her.
I have no idea why I didn't get up there and dance too. There was a sweet, little group of people swaying about. There was plenty of room for me on that stage, yet I just kept watching and stayed on my blanket.
And the whole time I'm thinking, 'So what if I look like a fool? When am I going to see these people again? They're strangers.' Will I be at the grocery store and someone will come up to me and say "Hey! Aren't you that lady that was crazy-dancing at the Jazz Festival last weekend? Ha! Ha!". No. I doubt it.
Although here I am, remembering that woman that was crazy-dancing at the Jazz Festival last weekend. But I'm not laughing at her. I envy her.