Today is the first day of 2007! I took it easy, very happy I didn't have to go anywhere today. I've been working on including more creative activities each day such as writing, daydreaming, reading, dancing and singing. On top of these activities I've made sure to include laughter. I would have to say laughing is one of my most favorite things to do, including laughing at myself and the circumstances I find myself in.

I stopped into a store the other day, looking for something in particular and not having any luck. An older woman walked up to me, recognizing that vacant stare in my eyes and asked if she could be of assistance. I explained what I was looking for, that I had already asked another sales associate and they were unable to help. The women then asked me if I had tried the fourth floor. "There's a fourth floor? I can't tell you how many times I've been in this place and didn't realize you had a fourth floor." We both started to laugh. With this new information, I took it as a given I had to go to the fourth floor. She then told me I would need to take the elevator to get there. "Elevator? Where's the elevator?" We burst out laughing again as she took me by the hand and lead me to the elevator. And by the way, I did find what I needed on the fourth floor.

As part of my creative growth process I've begun to dance again. I love to dance. I'd forgotten how much I love to dance. There's nothing better than putting on some great music, whatever it is you like, and letting it all hang out. I remember as a child around five, I would put my mother's records on and dance around the living room. I would jump from chair to chair, onto the the sofa, over the back of the sofa and then dive back over the sofa to land on the cushions all to the rhythm of the music I was listening to. Frequently is was Herb Albert and the Tijuana Brass. I can still remember the picture of the album cover of this woman covered in whipped cream. Very provocative but I didn't see it that way as a five year old.

Dance was always something I took with me as I got older. I didn't need anyone else, just some good music and room to move. Over the years, I danced less and less. I'd forgotten the joy it brought. Over the last few weeks I've begun to turn on the music more and more at home. First the singing started along to the music. Then the dancing began. Before I knew it, I was letting loose all over the apartment. This has now spilled over to the public arena. I have become a great embarrassment to my children. Apparently parents are not allowed to dance in public. Since updating my ipod, I've been listening to my favorite dance music everywhere I go. I can't help but get caught up in the music and start moving. I am not going to stop enjoying myself. Those kids will just have to get over it!

As always,
TOO