SIDELINES //

Just Dance, Dammit!

by Mike Richard

Angie over at GirlGoesGlobal has a lovely and quotable piece entitled Just Dance (the “Dammit!” is my addition):

Tucked away in a dusty, locked box in our brain is a dream. Something we take out when we’re alone and quiet. Something that begins with “I hope” or “I wish” and for a moment, we get lost in the split-second of possibility. For a moment, the dream is an imagined reality. Then…the list starts. The list of reasons why not. Why it’s not practical or appropriate. What people would say. What money we’d lose. The dance stops, and we look at our feet.

Again.

As someone who tends to overthink everything, this post hits particularly close to home.

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About the Author

Vagabondish editor, Mike Richard, lives in Rhode Island - a spit of land in the northeastern U.S. He is a professional web designer and travel junkie with an unhealthy addiction to backpacking, camping, hiking and seeing the world. He enjoys knit hats, small, declarative sentences and speaking in the third person.