Dancehall

I went to a dance hall class today and the instructor whooped my ass. I hadn't been so exhausted after a dance session in so long, but I gobbled up every single second of it. "Vitamin S" came on and it just took me back to the day when I'd bug out with my friends, heel toe, signal da plane, dutty wine and all.

I think it's pretty clear that my monthly April commitment is going to take a dance class regularly. Salsa, Dance Hall, Reggae. Soca, Merengue, Bachata, STEPPING. I can't get enough of it all. Kids have all types of coping strategies, and for me my escape was always dancing. I danced till I couldn't dance anymore, I'd dance it all away, I'd be myself, feeling my body move to my emotions, and nothing else in the world would matter. Just that moment. Just me and the music.