I hope you all had a relaxing, fun weekend. We did at my house. On Friday night, I went out dancing for the first time in years. Reluctantly I was lured to the dance floor. My inner dancer wasn’t going to be squashed by ideas of, “I’ll look silly” or “I am not skinny enough.” So I danced. Hesitantly at first, but then grooving, dancing, laughing. My body moved without connecting with my brain. Graceful and alluring. Or maybe it just felt that way. When others sat down, I kept going. 10 years of pent up dancing wouldn’t let me sit.
Saturday we took the kids berry picking. The strawberries were huge, ripe and juicy. And yesterday afternoon we went to the beach for the first time this year. I came back from this weekend renewed.