And this made me think about dancing in my room, not full on, but maybe just bobbing at my desk and the movements feeling bigger or like a routine – like I am full on bending down, snapping back, whipping my imagined hair around – and sometimes this bob moves out of place and my hand slip into a little wave, flicks, small kicks, shoulders up and down.
And the emails must have spurred me on one day. Amped me up to blast the Hounds of Love through my headphones and record myself dancing on my camera. It felt good. It was quick, messy and I was in my pyjama top but I had to do then, in that moment. I ‘m not sure if this feeling of being able to dance would come about again.
