One of my very favorite memories is me and my sister dancing around the house to Debbie Gibson's Electric Youth. Not just bobbing our heads to the beat but serious, full body, dancing off the furniture and singing at the top of our lungs dancing. I must have been five or a little younger but the dancing around the house never stopped for us.
In fact, as both my sister and I took ballet we began to leap and kick around the house constantly to the point that dancing simply became a means of going from one room to another. Walking was just too boring. We would always be dancing whether we realized it or not and it was common for us to be talking about boys or school in the kitchen while absentmindedly practicing our tendus and fondus.
When I first got married I became really self conscious about living with a man for the first time. I mean, what would my new husband say if I started dancing and doing turns in the middle of cooking dinner? It's not a cute "hey, let's groove dance!" but a "I am currently leaping across the living room because I need to grab a fork in the kitchen" dance.
I felt a need to hold back from the fluttering and the jumping from one room to another. But then I never felt quite comfortable in my own home until one day I just let loose. Mr. Branflake has never mentioned it but sometimes he'll try to mimic me in a very endearing way and I'll realize that our future children might think their parents are very strange. Alas, I hope I never stop.
If you never have, please take the time to leap today.
As my former college professor once told me, there are people in this world who will never get a chance to leap in their lives. Sad, huh?