Hocus Pocus and All That
By Maureen L. Bonatch
There Should be More Dancing
"If you're getting ready to dance I'm outta here."
I’ve been really busy lately, and an adult for quite a while, the word “fun” sometimes sounds almost foreign. Fun? What is that? There were things that I used to find fun when I was younger but now, not so much.
But then I realized, there was one thing that was always fun for me as a child—and it still is.
Dancing Since Back in the Day
Saturday nights meant Hee Haw and then Lawrence Welk and dancing in the living room with my sister or my stuffed donkey. (Hey, it was the only thing that had arms long enough to be a partner.) As I grew older the dance floor remained in the living room but we moved to records and other music.
As a teenager, I went to the roller rink —where they’d have roller skating half the time and then dancing and other dance clubs and even dance aerobic classes (break out the spandex!).
The Beat of Adulthood
Although the opportunities to go out dancing dwindled, that didn’t stop me. I found ways to work in dancing through taking belly-dancing lessons and Zumba classes. The most distressing thing to me when I herniated a disc in my back and when my belly got so big when I was pregnant with the girls was that I couldn’t dance. (Okay, one distressing thing.)
No Dance Floor Required
When we finished the basement of our house (aka: man cave) I lost the battle to have a dance floor installed but won the colored dance lights I put on when the hockey game is over and me and my friends are ready to get our groove on.
No matter what age, venue or tune, I’m almost always ready to dance. Pretty much every day. Either In my kitchen. Or annoying Scruff when he refuses to join in dancing. Or wherever I get the opportunity. It’s in my blood. Really, it is. Years back when I went out with my 3 sisters and my Mom and a song came on, we all stood up simultaneously to head for the dance floor. It’s the only time I’m not trying to coerce other people to dance when the music is right.
Dancing is the perfect way to destress and take my mind off my troubles and it’s always so much fun.
Ready to Dance?
Originally published on www.maureenbonatch.com
© 2021 Maureen L. Bonatch All Rights Reserved
Maureen Bonatch grew up in small town Pennsylvania and her love of the four seasons—hockey, biking, sweat pants and hibernation—keeps her there. While immersed in writing or reading paranormal romance and fantasy, she survives on caffeine, wine, music, and laughter. A feisty Shih Tzu keeps her in line. http://www.maureenbonatch.com/
But then I realized, there was one thing that was always fun for me as a child—and it still is.
Dancing Since Back in the Day
Saturday nights meant Hee Haw and then Lawrence Welk and dancing in the living room with my sister or my stuffed donkey. (Hey, it was the only thing that had arms long enough to be a partner.) As I grew older the dance floor remained in the living room but we moved to records and other music.
As a teenager, I went to the roller rink —where they’d have roller skating half the time and then dancing and other dance clubs and even dance aerobic classes (break out the spandex!).
The Beat of Adulthood
Although the opportunities to go out dancing dwindled, that didn’t stop me. I found ways to work in dancing through taking belly-dancing lessons and Zumba classes. The most distressing thing to me when I herniated a disc in my back and when my belly got so big when I was pregnant with the girls was that I couldn’t dance. (Okay, one distressing thing.)
No Dance Floor Required
When we finished the basement of our house (aka: man cave) I lost the battle to have a dance floor installed but won the colored dance lights I put on when the hockey game is over and me and my friends are ready to get our groove on.
No matter what age, venue or tune, I’m almost always ready to dance. Pretty much every day. Either In my kitchen. Or annoying Scruff when he refuses to join in dancing. Or wherever I get the opportunity. It’s in my blood. Really, it is. Years back when I went out with my 3 sisters and my Mom and a song came on, we all stood up simultaneously to head for the dance floor. It’s the only time I’m not trying to coerce other people to dance when the music is right.
Dancing is the perfect way to destress and take my mind off my troubles and it’s always so much fun.
Ready to Dance?
Originally published on www.maureenbonatch.com
© 2021 Maureen L. Bonatch All Rights Reserved
Maureen Bonatch grew up in small town Pennsylvania and her love of the four seasons—hockey, biking, sweat pants and hibernation—keeps her there. While immersed in writing or reading paranormal romance and fantasy, she survives on caffeine, wine, music, and laughter. A feisty Shih Tzu keeps her in line. http://www.maureenbonatch.com/
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