In my sixth decade, I do not dance!
How sad is that?
It would be amazing if I found my funky bone.
Grooved to a beat without compunction.
Swayed groovily to the sweetest dance track.
At home I twist and shout as I vacuum up dust.
Sing loudly in the car, tap a rhythm on the wheel.
Catch me singing to canned music in the supermarket aisle.
When a favourite tune pops up.
I push that trolley with a perky style.
But since I married in ’91, I have not danced in public.
I’ve been to several weddings, but I’m the boring one stuck in her seat.
And by extension, so is my husband who I’m sure would cheerfully stomp around the dance floor.
But he’s tethered by me.
Who he adores and promises ‘it’s no trouble’.
As I child I loved to dance. I’d cut the rug to Tina Turner (you know the tune)!
I’d dance to anything and everything with my sisters!
School socials were to die for, because woah – music, and dancing and more dancing
In my sixth decade, I long to dance and yet I can’t let go.
I’m body conscious.
I’m afraid I’ll look an old idiot.
I feel it’s too late
But I welcome everybody to cut a groove at my funeral.
In fact, I shall build the Spotify funeral playlist today!
And leave out dirges, and ballads and keep in Rock n Roll.
In my sixth decade.
Thanks to Christine for this weekly challenge.
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