Grey’s Style
“Dance like nobody’s watching.” – Unknown
Reason number 472 why I love living alone? Because nobody is watching. As my arms flail in the air, my hips sway back and forth and my hair swings from side to side, nobody is watching. I stand in my nearly empty second bedroom, Risky Business-style (if you catch my drift), and sing at the top of my lungs.
“I can’t stay on your morphine ‘cause it’s making me itch / I tried to call the nurse in here, but she’s being a little bitch . . . You’re just like a pill / instead of making me better / you’re making me ill!”
Yeah, I’m getting it right now. Straight up “Grey’s” style. As in Anatomy. I’m in the zone. Moving to the beat the same way Mer, Izzie and Christina do after an especially stressful/trying/traumatizing/disappointing/all-around tough day. I dance like (and because) nobody is watching. I dance because I need to let off some steam. Frankly, I dance because I can. And I do it while D-Magic listens and dances (I assume) right along with me. Because, let’s face it, you can’t dance it out “Grey’s” style without a BFF around.
As far as stressful weeks go, this one is up there. Aside from the fact that it’s the break-up-versary it was still unusually stressful. Work got really crucial this week. The Lakers and Cavs are really effin up. And there’s a boy (that’s all I’m willing to say about him right now – don’t want to jinx it). So, in honor of one of my favorite Thursday night past-times (trading “Ohhhhh Emmmm Geeees” with D-Magic during Grey’s) we decide to dance it out. We were supposed to dance it out last night – but we forgot. Tonight is better anyway. It’s Greys’ night.
Most people feel silly dancing it out. Not me. I feel level-headed, clear-minded and stress free. Yeah, I’m getting it right now. Releasing the tension, the stress, the frustration. Getting it! I mean, I’m dancing out a whole year’s worth of tension, stress and frustration. And I’m dancing a year’s worth of joy, excitement and possibilities.
I’m getting it.
You should too. It’s OK. Nobody’s watching.
Signed,
Dancing Queen Barbie
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