This month I’m doing a 30-day song challenge following the prompts given by Donna from MyOBT, one of my favorite blogs. It sounded like so much fun I couldn’t resist. Feel free to join in on your social media platform, add your picks in the comments below, or simply enjoy (hopefully) the music I’ve chosen.
I used to go out dancing a lot in my 20s. First Avenue was my danceteria of choice. Yes, that First Avenue, the one that got famous with Prince. I loved that place back in the ’80s, and I was totally rockin’ it. Except I couldn’t dance. I was no good at it. Of course I didn’t realize it at the time, but c’est la vie, YOLO. It was a blast.
I still like to move to the music, but mostly I’m alone when I’m doing the moving. As I’m older I rock out to stuff I hear, but one song that makes me think of myself and dancing is of course, Dancing With Myself. I’m sure everyone is happy that I’m happy dancing with myself, because I’m a terrible dance partner. I’d most likely embarrass anyone I’m dancing with, and am oblivious to the fool I make of myself. Win win for everyone!
Auntie B's Wax 
I’m with you, Sara, I can’t dance. I love to move with the music, though I never dance in public. I wish I had the confidence – and the right moves – to get out on the dance floor, but I don’t.
Oh the years I danced in public without knowing how silly I looked! I still bust a move in public once in a while – last time was couple of months back, at the Verizon store when I heard Brick House playing throughout the store. I got some weird looks. Dance, Cindy!