DANCE!!!

I have no rhythm. I would never be caught dead out at a nightclub, nor could I just randomly get out on a dance floor at a party. At my own wedding, I took more time walking around and talking with family and friends, not just because I loved hanging out with them, but because I refused to attempt something in 4 inch heels that I can't even do barefoot.

I know I can't dance, and the above should be proof enough that I know better than to try. That doesn't mean I don't enjoy watching others dance. Yes, it can be humorous watching others with my problem embarrass themselves, but mostly, I appreciate the art of dance.



Dance has undergone tons of changes. It has evolved from a form of ritual to a favorite past time. What I enjoy so much about dance is, if done right (not by me!) the fluidity and grace incorporated can seem almost hypnotic. Even new wave dances, street dances, break dances, whatever, there's just something appealing in witnessing the human body becoming a moving sculpture.