By Devin Riggs, Regular ContributorAugust 31, 2015
Recently my oldest sister and I made a pact that we would go with the flow during the big family reunion and wedding that we were attending. It was the biggest reunion we’ve had since all the cousins were young so we wanted to make the most of it. These situations almost always involve tense conversations about politics and religion (no matter how hard we to try to avoid them) and stressful moments of miscommunication about plans and schedules.
We wanted to be cool cucumbers and just have fun, #flow.
I learned a lot that weekend, about my family and how cool each member is, about opportunity, about love and two people starting a journey together, but none so profound as when my family and I were dancing our hearts out on that wood floor celebrating.
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It was the most fun I’ve had dancing in a long time, because there was no one to impress. There was no stress. I was just grooving to the music, letting it roll over me, enjoying the feel of pure unadulterated joy. I didn’t care that my hair had deflated all its curls or that I was sweating pretty profusely. I was dancing and having a wonderful time with people I love. That’s all that mattered in the moment.
Honestly it’s hard to recall a time when I felt that free. I danced with everything I had, and then some. I put my whole self into every move. I shook my booty. I twisted and shouted. I waltzed around the floor with my sister and laughed when we tripped each other up. I danced like I would alone in my living room, with reckless abandon, not the least bit embarrassed or worried about what others would think.
The best part was that I wasn’t alone. We all invited each other to dance as our most authentic selves.
We encouraged each other to be silly and outrageous, to make up the moves as we went. We celebrated every moment, even when we were sitting one out for a much needed break.
That weekend, and that night, was exactly what I needed. I danced and never once gave a thought to how silly I might look or how “uncool” my moves were—because we were all cool. We were cool because we were having an incredibly fun time. And that’s what dancing is about. It’s fun and carefree. It’s loud and hilarious. It’s surprising and over the top. Just go with the flow and everything will be okay.
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Devin has a degree in education with a focus in English. She is working to publish her first collection of poetry while also learning the art of patience. Her passions include Doctor Who, penguins, hats and scarves, potatoes, dancing, photography, and making people happy. She believes in the healing powers of music, spending time in the great outdoors, and a good night sleep.
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