So you know the phrase “dance like no one is watching”, well I have taken to actually dancing when no one is watching.
I never really thought about it until yesterday when I was dancing in my work elevator that I actually dance (like a fool) on a regular basis. I do try to avoid the elevator at my work since I don’t go to the building with the elevator that often and when I do I think I should drag my lazy butt up the 2 or 4 flights of stairs, but when I do decide to get on I seem to like to get my groove on.
I don’t even think about it, as soon as the incredibly slow-moving doors close (the elevator has got to be at least 40 years old) I bust a move. And trust me, my moves are not pretty. It’s like the kind of dancing a 12-year-old does in front of her mirror when she is in love and singing along to Justin Bieber with her hairbrush as her mic (something I obviously know a lot about growing up in the era of boy bands).
Just plain silliness. And I do it at home too! I don’t have a cd player or a radio or anything in my place, but the odd time I turn my tv to the music channels, if a good song comes on I totally end up pretending I’m in a club on a Friday night (and I don’t even go to clubs).
Anyways, that is my embarrassing confession. Though really, it makes my heart smile so I’m not ashamed. But please don’t put a hidden camera in my elevator because if a video ended up on the internet I might just change my mind.