Dancin' and dancin'

I so love to dance! Though I'm much older now...I still love to dance. Dance in the streets (except when I'm on 'house arrest' *lol*), driveway, grocery stores, gas stations (though in the grocery stores & gas stations; many times it is a pee-pee dance *giggle*), on the bulkhead, in fields, beaches, forests, piers, at home all by myself and just everywhere. It is good. Not necessarily the dancing itself, by younger standards. Yet, it is good. Dancing makes me smile (especially if looking in the mirror hehehe). It's not that I don't care what others may think of me. I do. It's just the way I see life in general, I suppose. This IS me and my life, and I desire to enjoy as much as I am able. This is the opposite of my sorrow. Do I veil my sorrow with laughter? You betcha! And so what if I do? Truly. So what if I do? I don't think I need to 'fix' it. To relive or pour out my sorrow (although I partake on occasion). On the contrary...I need to pour out my joy in equal amounts. I flow with the earth's music. I hear it and I sway. I listen to music on electronic devices as well. Rather than trembling in anguish.  I am a grateful woman. I have lost so very much, and yet I find that it's okay too. I am still learning. Sometimes I feel as though I've been left behind; on the loading dock of life. I think, well I'll get tap dancing shoes to take advantage of the space and echoes! A whole new adventure. I am a goof. I know it only too well. I forgive myself. N'est pas?