I read somewhere about people dancing in their cars.  Uninhibited.  Like children.  Unafraid of how it looks.  And though I only do that when I am driving with my kids because I think I am a little evil that way, I understand it.  I want more dancing in my life.  More movement in general.  More decisions, no matter what they look like.  A lot less fear.  Or at least a lot less fear… of fear.   It helps to be surrounded by people who are the very ones dancing in their cars.  And I am.  Surrounded.  Utterly.   surrounded.   Maybe just laughing out loud at these people is good enough.  I know I do that.  A lot.  And I don’t care how it looks.  I think it counts.


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