Less of a dance, more of an ass.

Ass as in donkey.  Dominic the Italian Christmas Donkey.

I was bored, waiting to go shopping on Black Friday.  I didn't really feel like dancing, so I decided to share with you my favorite Christmas song and just dance with my arms...and my face, really.

Enjoy the silly.




-T.

A happier dance for sure

Dance number two, y'all.

While yesterday's danced help me to alleviate some anger, confusion and frustration, today's dance served to shake loose some things that I needed to let go of, and that earlier in the day I cleared up a bit.

This dance came from me realizing how far I've come in terms of my journey.  How much I've grown.  And above all else, how  much I value myself...as I am - flaws, neuroses, farts and all.

In the past, what I'm currently dealing with might have put me in a state of mind where I started to question who I am and my value.  No, not might have...it totally would.  A lot of poor, poor pitiful Tiff nonsense.

And don't get me wrong, initially I had a twinge of that.  It's normal.

But it passed pretty quickly, and although I'm not completely back to my old self, I know I'm definitely on my way.

But to celebrate myself (which is something we all should do now and then, celebrate ourselves...I mean, you're uniquely you and that's pretty goddamned amazing if you think about it), I decided to do a happy dance.

And per the request of a dear friend, I did it to "Dancing on the Ceiling" by Lionel Richie.

And because I wasn't out anywhere...I opened my blinds and just danced in front of the window.

It's quite a freeing thing, dancing like an idiot I mean.  



-T.

The first dance

I hadn't initially planned to post my first video tonight---seeing as I just started the blog earlier this afternoon---however, I had a particularly rough experience and when nothing else seemed to work, I decided it was time....to dance.

Now, I should also add that my son is a wise, wise soul...even at just 11.  And my God, I have no idea what on Earth I would do without him.  It's especially difficult as I'm not quite sure how to protect him from my own struggles sometimes, and of course no kid likes to see his mom cry.

So, without having any other options, I lifted my head, looked at him and said, "You know what?  We're going outside.  Right now.  You just start filming."

The result is this video...





And coincidentally, a much happier mood for both of us. (And also hopefully for the people in those cars passing by.)

-T.

What's all this?

I don't know how well this will work, but I do know one thing: I'm fairly certain this will be some of the most fun I've ever had.

I've recently had a less-than-stellar past couple of months, which all finally culminated into a big ol' heap of heartbreak.

I won't get into it, but let's just say that after it happened, I discovered what exactly I smell like after 3 days of wearing the same pajamas and not putting on any deodorant.

Pretty gross, I know.  But hey, we all have our methods of coping with things, right?  Right.  And actually, that's precisely what inspired me to start this endeavor.

When I realized that sitting around being gloomy and lazy only truly resulted in me stinking to high heaven and missing out on finding ways to be happy, I kicked myself into gear (and in my ass), and decided I needed to change something.

So that night, I got dolled up for a party.  As I walked around with my hair wrapped up with a fresh shellac of hair dye, a fun song came on my Pandora station.  I can't remember what it was or even how it went, but I know that it was so upbeat that I stopped what I was doing---looking for a nice pair of undies that wouldn't cause a visible panty-line actually---and just started dancing.

Right there, in my room, a towel wrapped around my head...I started dancing around like a complete idiot.  And it made me feel BETTER.

Later on that night at the party, after it was nearly time to go (3:30 am, I think), and nobody but me and a close friend were left on the "dance floor" I gained control of the iPod we were listening to and played this gem (It was a Christmas party, by the way...):



Once again, I started bopping around like a fool without a care in the world, feeling like the best version of myself.  The version of myself that just doesn't give a fuck.  The happy-go-lucky woman I am.  Free and uninhibited by bad mojo or tough times.  Dancing...like nobody's watching.

My friend joined in with me, and the two of us hopped and twisted and twirled while everyone around us carried on with their own business.

After I left, the idea for Like Nobody's Watching was born.

So what is that idea, exactly?

You'll see shortly, but I'll just say it involves a lot of dancing and a lot of not caring if anyone around me sees it.

And hopefully, eventually...it won't be limited to just me.

Let's do this.