Dance to your Dreams

"Hey you, what’s a good girl like you
Doin’ in this crazy world, where’s the good gone girl?
Dance, dance to the life you wanted when you were only seventeen, with a good girl dream." --MIKA, Good Gone Girl

I love dancing. Sometimes I don’t think I’m very good at it, and other times I feel like I catch on very quickly, but I love dance in nearly every form. It’s refreshing, exciting….I’m a stinker for those dance movies (you know the ones that make you wanna be a dance afterwards?) and I love going to dance class any time that I can.

But what kind of life did I want when I was 17 before I commit to dancing to it?

All I can remember is that I was dating my first boyfriend and that I was a junior in high school. I don’t really remember any dreams or ambitions I had during that time. Nothing that seems worthy enough to make a life dancing playlist for.

However, I don’t think that means that I don’t have a reason to dance. Believe me, my head is filled with enough dreams.

But I’m a little scared to dance. For all the love I have of dancing, I’m always a little nervous and scared, especially to try something new, that I am not sure I can master.

I’m scared to dance to my dreams. They are kinda wild. Kinda ambitious. They seem much safer inside my head. I mostly don’t believe these dreams belong to me. The music of my dreams is a tune I’m scared to dance to: I’m too shy and reserved to want to save people in Malawi or to want to travel to travel the world alone. I don’t think I’m actually a good enough painter, or actor, singer, artist, the list goes on and on. What if I try those dreams out and look like a fool? What if I try dancing and I trip and fall?

So what do I do with music that awakens my heart and stirs me to dance? What do I do with dreams that make me thirst for adventure and go?

I wonder what I’m doing in this crazy world. But I know that I want to dance to the life I want before it’s over.