Nobody puts Baby in the corner!

Maybe it is because Flashdance: The Musical is coming to town soon, but I've had "What a Feeling" running through my head periodically for days now. It isn't that I'm dying to see the play, or that I loved the movie Flashdance, but it just makes me think about movies from the 1980s that I wasn't allowed to watch until I was old enough. Hey, I had protective parents. No big deal.
So I think about Dirty Dancing, and I think about that all-too-famous line "Nobody puts Baby in the corner!" And I remember how badly I wanted to be pulled out onto the dance floor for a perfectly choreographed, way too impressive, spontaneous dance with a dreamy guy who has more rhythm than a marching band.
And I still want that. And that is ok!
Now, my husband was blessed with many wonderful skills, but killer dance moves isn't one of them. I'll happily find a substitute, and I don't think Matt will mind. Like I said, dancing is just not in his wheelhouse.
But before I get pulled to the middle of a crowded dance floor for a wild, sensual, 80s-tastic dance, I want to make sure I'm ready for it. When the dance is over and everyone is applauding, and I'm beaming and panting out of sheer excitement, I don't want to be red-faced and sweat-drenched!

And that is why I'm going to the gym tonight. If I go ahead and get red-faced and sweat-drenched now, my fantasy dance will be so easy for me, I'll glide right through it like a dream.
Which it might end up being. And that is ok, too!