I’ve danced and created since birth.
Seriously.
I popped out and the doctors were amazed that an infant could shake her rump and sing “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” at such a young age…Aretha didn’t start until she was at least 4 weeks old.
I can laugh at anything, but have learned to cry here and there. I live my life on the shoulders of giants and seek counsel often. I rarely listen, speak out of turn and often, it’s too loud and quite inappropriate.
And that is me.
Dancing, running, laughing, wishing, breathing, sipping, heaving, shopping, writing, screaming, creating, smoking, laughing…again, praying, joking, singing, misspelling, trying, ignoring, fretting, loving and more than anything else, appreciating…. in my own way.
Glad you could make it.
