Finding Your Dance

 In Writer in Residence

Written by: Collette Cottingham; Anontropolis


Heaviness had consumed me, the air was heavy, my body was heavy, my thoughts were heavy, and my heart was heavy. The weight was too much to bear. I laid down on the cold tile floor. The coolness of the tile helped to make it a little easier to breathe. I tried to open my eyes, but all I saw was a foggy haze. At this moment I realized my life was heavy.

Through my tears I knew I had to find something that made me happy. I had been living to please others while neglecting myself. I needed a change, but I didn’t know where to start.

I tried thinking of what brought me joy aside from friends and family. I was searching for an activity. Something that would spark my creative soul. My mind went blank.

Maybe there wasn’t anything that made me happy. There wasn’t anything I am really good at. I was frustrated and confused. I needed a joyful release.

I mentioned my dilemma to my son. “You should dance. When we crazy danced in the living room you were beaming with happiness.”

He was right! I loved dancing of any kind. Within a week I was in a dance class. When I dance the weight of the world melts away, I am smart, capable and free. I am strong, confident and light as air. All is right in my corner of the world. I found my peace.


Inspiration Challenge:

Have you found your dance? And if so what is your dance?

Write On Ladies, Write On



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