{"id":4597,"date":"2020-04-08T15:21:35","date_gmt":"2020-04-08T13:21:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bullesbygundula.com\/?p=4597"},"modified":"2020-04-08T15:37:47","modified_gmt":"2020-04-08T13:37:47","slug":"dancing-queen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bullesbygundula.com\/en\/dancing-queen\/","title":{"rendered":"Dancing Queen"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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First, a confession: I am a lousy dancer and I have always hated the idea that anyone might be watching on the rare occasions that I do get up to dance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once people have had enough to drink that they are wanting to get up and dance, I tend to disappear discreetly. No hard feelings, it is just not my thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But last weekend we celebrated the birthday of a friend. He had spent several weeks creating an absolutely irresistible playlist for the party, and it was so irresistible that I found myself \u2013 almost against my own will \u2013 cutting shapes on the dance floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After some initial trepidation, little by little I started to let go. After all \u2013 who cares what it looks like! I just closed my eyes and moved with the music … Fabulous! At least until I realized it was 4 am in the morning. WOW.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My thighs hurt a bit the next day, but it was definitely a new victory over the eternal block to enjoyment that is my inner dialogue around \u00ab what might people think? \u00bb, which \u2013 in reality – is just a figment of my own imagination. The odd thing is that no one is actually watching us dance, if they are on the dance floor they are mostly worried about how they look. And those watching from the sidelines? Well, they are watching from the sidelines, God bless them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And you? On which dance floor would you like to get up and express yourself?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

First, a confession: I am a lousy dancer and I have always hated the idea that anyone might be watching on the rare occasions that I do get up to dance. Once people have had enough to drink that they are wanting to get up and dance, I tend to disappear discreetly. No hard feelings, it is just not my thing. But last weekend we celebrated the birthday of a friend. He had spent several weeks creating an absolutely irresistible playlist for the party, and it was so irresistible that I found myself \u2013 almost against my own will \u2013 cutting shapes on the dance floor. After some initial trepidation, little by little I started to let go. After all \u2013 who cares what it looks like! I just closed my eyes and moved with the music … Fabulous! At least until I realized it was 4 am in the morning. WOW. My thighs hurt a bit the next day, but it was definitely a new victory over the eternal block to enjoyment that is my inner dialogue around \u00ab what might people think? \u00bb, which \u2013 in reality – is just a figment of my own imagination. The odd thing is that no one is actually watching us dance, if they are on the dance floor they are mostly worried about how they look. And those watching from the sidelines? Well, they are watching from the sidelines, God bless them. And you? On which dance floor would you like to get up and express yourself?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2289],"tags":[2349,2350,2351,2352],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n