Dance Therapy

On a side note, right off the bat, I’d like to say that if you are the owner of a coffee shop in a beautiful place… for the sake of really pounding this home, a coffee shop with a big expansive deck outfitted with comfortable and tasteful seating that benefits from full sun and finds itself situated on a tree lined canal of cool, sparkling water. This IS a glorious spot and your establishment, I should say, your bathroom, your bathroom should reflect this by not smelling like my boyfriend from college’s bathroom. The bathroom shared by several dudes that haven’t figured out the importance of aiming accurately or cleaning regularly.

Rough life I know. One beautiful patio that happens to be my own to another only a few blocks away, on the water. I just wish the bathroom smelled a little better than a trailhead bathroom (which for the record, smells better than my boyfriend from college’s bathroom).

So, I’m sitting on aforementioned deck attempting to write again. This is going to be rough, I haven’t been inspired to tell a story. But I have recuperated so much recently that I’ve decided to give it a shot.

About a month ago, maybe a little more I stood in front of my ironing board adhering fusible interfacing to fabric. Sounds exciting, doesn’t it? I paused and stared. I had moment of clarity. A tear formed in the corner of my eye. WHAT am I doing? Do I actually think this is FUN? This isn’t fun, this is what I am doing to fill in my time, to feel like there is something remarkable to show for it, this is a diversion but this is NOT fun. This will result in a product but it will not be meaningful time spent. It was a sad moment. A moment when I realized my rather ever-present joy, joie de vivre, was faded.

Fortunate enough to recognize it as a point in time. A low point from which to rise again. And I was most certainly headed up, feeling lighter by the day. A slow climb with a magnificent peak. That tall peak. BIG MIKE.

Fun and joy restored way up high!

So Mike rolled into town for Decibel Festival of which I was only peripherally aware. My only agenda for his visit was to eat as much delicious food as possible (my inability to fit in my pants this week is evidence of my success). And we proceeded to eat incredibly well and dance for 5 days straight. During which time we met all sorts of new people and I remembered how much I enjoy dancing, eating well, new people and generally, just having fun.

So to take inventory. What has been restored? Dancing. Cooking. Smiling. Laughing. Exercising. Meeting new people…

And it all centered on a very important pact.

Let’s make a pact right now, the “this water bottle shall never touch the floor” pact. At all times, one member of this team will be responsible for the water bottle. Ok, team, let’s have fun.

Team fun indeed. 3 hours of solid dancing with good people ensued.

And THEN we met team PaulRuben. Enough said.