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So I've got my playlist plugged into my ears and Miley Cyrus belts out "We Can't Stop". And instead of trying to figure out how to compile that stack of complaints submitted, I listened to what Miley had to say.
I miss dancing. And 10 years ago tonight, would've been an almost sure dancing night for me. As a matter of fact, it would've probably been the third (out of 4) night for the week that I'd go out dancing. :P
I think a few years ago before the hijab and before the kids came, some time after my wedding, I did try to go out dancing with friends and suami. Hit the dance floor like I naturally would but I felt this restrain...this self-conscious feeling...very uncomfortable. Ended up sitting at the table and just people watch for the rest of the night.
Now the only sort of dancing I do is the weird jiggle and wiggle I do with my babies to the tunes they play on Ceebeebies or NickJr. Sometimes witnessed by the public when we're out in the mall and CKD breaks into a tune but mostly confined in the privacy of our living room. As much as I get that warm and fuzzy feeling and hear the infectious laughter of the girls, it's not that adrenaline rush I used to get from busting out my moves (:P!) back in the days.
I miss it..but I don't miss it. I mean, I miss the adrenaline rush...I just don't miss the scene. the crowd, the sweaty people, the cigarette smoke... but I still love the loud music playing in the room tho.
Oh well..I think I should just pump up the nursery rhymes and stick to our living room jiggle and wiggle with the girls tonight. Coz hey..it's Friday night!
Have a great weekend peeps!