I’ve always been terrified of dancing in public cause I can’t dance for shit but at the same time it was always something I’ve wanted to do. Last friday I went to a small party with coworkers and after drinking a lot I, for the first time, decided to join them and dance. Drunk me is just as bad at dancing as sober me but didn’t really care lol. It was fun and I had a great time. That’s all really, just felt like sharing a small victory. Maybe I’ll pick up dancing someday.

I used to think this way, till I actually learned a little bit on how to dance and then how to let go. Don’t wanna look like a fool? Learn to two step first, then pick up something simple if you can. Do the “instructions” dances like the electric slide and the hustle. Then learn to use your hips.

Learning to let go was harder, but I found it easier to embrace silliness. I decided I could look dumb on accident or on purpose, and decided on the latter, so did “sweet moves” that would make people laugh - throwing in old disco moves and such (the bus driver).

Then something happened I didn’t expect: I actually got decent at dancing. Turns out getting out of your own head is a great way to get loose, and suddenly you’re doing your thing and enjoying it, and you’re willing to try out other moves that actually do look like you might know something.

Point is, dancing is for everyone, just gotta find the right headspace (and the right music, it’s still hard for anyone to dance to music they don’t enjoy imo).

If there’s one place you probably won’t be the worst dancer it’s a wedding. Especially if Grandma’s had two glasses of champagne