Missing something

Today was busy.  But it was a good busy.

Family breakfast, getting ready for pictures, knitting a baby hat, having pictures taken, sharing lunch, taking a nap, making deviled eggs to take to a birthday party, then going to the party itself.

All in all, it was awesome.

At the party though, I realized that there’s something I don’t do anymore that I really miss.

And that thing, is dancing.

Not necessarily out in the club getting wasted and shaking my ass for potential guys to grind against… just feeling the music and moving to it without thinking.

Something you can do every day.

It hit me as I bobbed gently to the hip hop blaring through the speakers in our friend’s shop, while wearing the baby.  Watching some of the other women there move freely, without fear of judgement.  Safe in a space that held their closest friends; their chosen family.

I want to do that again.

So I’ll start tomorrow.  In my living room.  With the Cabin Kids and Captain dancing and laughing with me.

Because you have to start somewhere.

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Hi, my name is Jessica. I am a stay at home momma wench who is addicted to all things Piratey, the internet and cookie dough. If you like any of those things, I think we'll get along just fine.

7 thoughts on “Missing something

    1. It’s amazing what you don’t realize you love until you start missing it, isn’t it? Thanks so much for reading! Enjoy your dancing. 😉

  1. You must do it. I recently stayed at a place with a swimming pool. I used to compete as a swimmer but I’ve been out of the water for years. Much to my shock, I realised it was no longer second nature to me. Then I had a terrible cold for the rest of my stay and didn’t get back in the pool … but dance :-) You must.

    1. Swimming is something I love and dearly miss as well! But I grew up swimming in a beautiful lake, so I don’t like swimming pools so much. Thank you for reading! I hope you get the chance to swim again soon.

  2. I swam everywhere. We had a favourite river, and a favourite beach but this pool, it was in Italy and I was like a duck who had been raised in a bubble ….! It’s Belgium and winter, I can’t imagine where I might swim until summer comes … sigh.

  3. Uhm, I would be a duck in a pool in Italy as well! And Belgium, wow! I have to say, I’m totally jealous, but that’s because our traveling years are a bit off in the distance yet.

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