So, I’m officially a fugitive of the law… that’s right… you heard it correctly… a fugitive! After having a bad luck day today (yesterday… whatever the heck day it is at 2:30 in the morning), I got pulled over by the University Police tonight. I was so nervous (having never been picked up before), I immediately pulled over in a red zone right in front of a busy 4-way stop sign… he had to wave me to go across the street and then I forgot about the 4-way stop and went out of turn. Oh laws… I’m a mess. Of course he takes his time coming up to my window and I’m shaking like a frigging crack whore on a bad mixture of Jack Daniels and Percocet trying to get my registration and insurance information. Officer Bored Stiff asks me if there is any reason why I’m so nervous… because my hands are literally shaking (I’m pretty sure it’s totes from watching too many murder mystery shows… maybe I murdered someone!!?!?!?) and I’m pretty sure he thinks I have some marijuana in the car because he asks me to get out to look at my license plate and I’m sure that was because he wanted to see if I could walk in a straight line. Turns out that I have 2 year stickers on my license plate instead of a month and a year and Officer Really Needs A Hobby still wants to run my Driver’s License to make sure I have no warrants out. Well, officer… there was that one time when I was 6 that I stole some candy from the bulk food bins at Macey’s… maybe all these years they been searching for my punk arse.
Moving on!! Today’s song choice is I Hope You Dance as sung by Ronan Keating. The original song (sung by LeeAnn Womack) was released a few years after I graduated from high school. The song, as interpreted by me, is a parent’s wish for their kids… you have a choice… you can sit around and do nothing letting life pass you by or you can get up and dance… which one do you choose? I used to always tear up every time I’d hear the song… and I know it was because I was such a waste of space and a huge disappointment to my folks. I didn’t take those lyrics to heart and I didn’t know where to start either… so I didn’t dance. I sat against the wall wearing my glasses the size of my head and served the punch and cookies while all of my peers were out there dancing. And I was jealous of those peers… jealous because they were doing it and I was still telling myself that I couldn’t do it. I can’t dance… I just can’t. (That’s literally true… I can’t dance well… but dancing in this particular song just meant living life.)
I want to dance now. You are never too old to dance… never. If you find yourself stagnant, dust yourself off and get out on that danged dance floor. So, I lost all 10 years of my 20s… my 30s are going to be my turn around.
Two Saturdays ago my mom and I went on a bike ride… we stopped at a park and lay on the cool grass in front of the lilac trees (which my madre happened to be stealing by the bundle). Madre turned to me and asked… Do you feel free? I didn’t have an answer to that question right there, but I kept it in the back of my noggin and mulled it over and I think I have one now, Madre. HECK YES, I DO! My brain isn’t holding me back as much any more. I am biking and I am walking and I am losing hundreds of pounds… on my own… no trainers, no dieticians, no psychologists. I’m pulling from that gumption I had buried down deep in my innards… and I am succeeding. So, yes… I feel free… and I’m going to keep on dancing until I’ve mastered every move… because life is too short not to.
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance
and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances but they’re worth taking
Loving might be a mistake but it’s worth making
Don’t let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance (time is a wheel in constant motion always)
I hope you dance (rolling us along)
I hope you dance (tell me who wants to look back on the years and wonder)
I hope you dance (where those years have gone)
Questions of the Day: (1)What’s your last fugitive of the law story? (2)Do you feel like you are dancing your way through life? Why or why not?