Procrastination strikes yet again in my household. I keep putting things off, although I'm getting better at taking care of stuff as it comes. I just want to dance. When I dance, I don't have to think, or worry, or be bored. Sure, it's probably a means of escape in a way, albeit a positive one. I meet new people, I smile and laugh, I get loads of exercise and I get to use my brain cells in a creative way. Why should I sit at home and wait for life to come to me? I want to go out there and find it, and live it, the way it was intended. I missed so much of this in my relationship, and here it is, straight in front of me. I just must go for it and have a really good time.
Off I go.
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