Come dancing...

So in an effort to combat boredom and general malaise, I have been concentrating efforts on getting more active in any way I can.  Sometimes it's as simple as walking briskly a mile or two after work instead of relying on the bus.  Other times it's throwing some paint on a canvas, even if I don't have a clear vision of my next project.  I've also been immersing more in my French language studies, translating letters and sometimes just flipping to random pages in my big ass Larousse dictionnaire.

But my favorite new endeavor is DANCING.  I've been trying for months to gather some friends to go dancing with me and everyone appears to be 'too old to be out late' or 'it's a school night' or they just simply aren't interested.  So I gathered up some younger coworkers and took them to an old school club.  I stayed out dancing last night til 3:30 am!  And it felt so good!  I no longer care about 'being cool' or 'image' or being approached by pushy strangers.  I just wanted to dance, dammit.  And I found the perfect place to do so.  No inhibitions, just a crowd of people (yes, even an older crowd) who just simply love the music as I do and want to let off some steam.  Of course there are always a few assholes in the bunch who just like to go around and laugh at people but the difference now is I just don't care about those jerks anymore.  They're the weak fools with their own dumb issues and simply put: They Suck.  There were some older maniac dancers and plenty of idiots making fun of them.  I'm now that person who will go join the maniac dancers and JUST DON'T CARE.  Beat on the brat with a baseball bat, I say.

So what can I say.  I am embracing my freakiness and finding great comfort in being unique.  It's a good thing, for sure.

I am also happy to say I have been working hard on kicking myself free from several years of Ativan.  I struggled immensely for the past two months.  With the exception of one dose one week ago to alleviate insomnia and terrible dizziness, I have NOT relied on that damn pill that was WRONGLY DIAGNOSED  to me long term for the past three years.  With the help of my oldest dearest friend (who is a nurse) I am learning more about diet and essential oils.  Slowly but surely, things are turning around.

This requires a song clip, but there are so many I just don't know which one to choose.