The paint color that was chosen was unmixed
The plaster is powdery
Returned to it’s original state
The putty, un puttied
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I love to dance. I always have. I used to love going out to dance clubs with my girlfriends back in my younger days before life took over.
Now I turn on the music in my kitchen and dance like I’m in a club.
I dance for me because it energizes me, releases happy endorphins and reminds me that in those fleeting moments I’m just me.
Not a mother or a daughter.
Not a sister or a wife.
Not a role model or a coach.
It’s these sweet escapes that we often forget to make time for, as we get older, more responsible and entangled with more responsibilities.
I think it’s important as life ticks on by that we remember the sweet things that brought us joy and freedom before we had to become responsible for life and for others.
Always remember the things that made your heart soar, that made you feel free and joyous.
If you can’t remember what that was or if you never have found something that makes your spirit soar I encourage you to find it, embrace it and dance like no one is watching.
Feel the rhythm
Moving through you
The throbbing of the sound
People all around
Lights a glow
The room is warm
The mood is sweet
Lost in the sound
move like no one is around
Lost in the soothing rhythm of the beat
Happy Friday!! Cheers to the weekend!!
“The only reason that we ask people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend.”
I have been reading a lot of Chucks work lately. He is well known for starting chapters and paragraphs with a punch. He is quite the read.
Have you read any of his books or short stories? If so what do you think?
This weekend quote is in honor of him.
Have a great Saturday.