When times get rough and my emotions just seem to mull out of control, I so desperately miss dancing. I always found I best expressed myself through movement. Dance and music were my reason for getting up in the morning. It was my everything, my heart, my soul and my future. But, when the unexpected happened, and I got injured and very ill, I had to find a new outlet. And honestly, I’m still struggling to find that.
I’ve been in hibernation for a few months now. Once the sun comes out and the temperature goes up, I hide (i.e. Heat = bad). Just no.
Home is a strange concept to me. When I say, ‘I’m going home’ I don’t see a place, a house or a single community. I see people. Family. Friends. My home is an idea, more a feeling, really, of wherever my loved ones just happen to be.
Fresh off of a quick, mini mountain retreat, I can honestly say…I’ve never been happier to be home in my air conditioning!!