Bollywood Dance Class!

My love of classes that lead no where close to finishing my college education continues. Tonight it was a Bollywood Dance Class that my friends Cheryl & Amber signed up for with me. We walked into the studio downtown not really knowing what to expect. When we saw people coming out from the previous class with shawls on their heads and talking about "really connecting with their bodies" we thought we might have met our match and been way too far out of our comfort level. And then we met our instructor. Seriously SO SO SO much fun. I felt very welcomed and comfortable. He was great! It was a really great work out and we, of course, got a lot of laughing in. If you're unfamiliar about what Bollywood dance is, it originated from the film industry in India. I'm adding in a clip of one of the seasons of So You Think You Can Dance, but you should expect that we looked a lot like this tonight! (sarcasm)

Walk On

I sometimes forget how much I love music. As I've gotten older I've realized I'm less reliant on music than I used to be. Back in high school, then college, and probably MOST of my 20's I had music on all the time. Getting ready, at work, in the car (okay that one will never go away). I've found solace in silence these days. I love the quiet times when my brain gets to work uninhibited, away from distraction and noise. I find the times I do have music on, and I'm really seeking out music it's for deeper meaning. Today as I was going about unpacking a box, I finally found my iPod. It's been 5.5 month since I moved and I hadn't found it yet. I knew it was somewhere - just not sure where, and I've had my iPhone to keep me occupied in music when the mood hits. I've probably heard this song a zillion times, and today - in the quiet of my home did it hit me and something called my name. The Weepies "Can't Go Back Now". Lately in the quiet I think about my life. While I wouldn't change a thing of what's brought me to this point, I realize it's taken an entirely different turn that I would have thought 15 years ago. Not better. Not worse. Just different. Today this song was exactly what I needed to hear to squelch any doubts that I've made the wrong choice at some of those forks in the road.

Take a listen won't you:

"Can't Go Back Now" - The Weepies

Yesterday when you were young
Everything you needed done was done for you
Now you do it on your own
But you find you're all alone, what can you do?

You and me walk on, walk on, walk on
'Cause you can't go back now

You know there will be days
When you're so tired
That you can't take another step
The night will have no stars
And you'll think you've gone as far
As you will ever get

You and me wak on, walk on, walk on
'Cause you can't go back now

And yeah, yeah, you go where you want to go
Yeah, yeah, be what you want to be
If you ever turn around, you'll see me

I can't really say
Why everybody wishes they were somewhere else
But in the end, the only steps that matter
Are the ones you take all by yourself

You and me walk on, walk on, walk on
Yeah, you and me walk on, walk on, walk on
'Cause you can't go back now
Walk on, walk on, walk on
You can't go back now

Life

I haven't blogged in awhile because I haven't felt all that clever lately. I've been busy with work, and just busy being.

On Leap Day this year, I spent the evening with people I've known for a very long time, laughing and talking about a guy we know called Derek Moore. He passed away last week. For as much as I hadn't seen him in a very long time, or considered him a close personal friend, I spent a lot of work time with him when I was much younger, his death has shook me to the core. Sometimes work "families" are a powerful thing. This is certainly the case of my very first job at Norwest Financial. Most of the people I worked with all still keep in contact, though for me it's mostly through Facebook these days. Most of them actually all still work together, which I absolutely love. Derek was a great guy. He was kind. He was really really funny. He was only 33 years old. He will be missed.

I've spent the past week reflecting on my own life and how much of my time is wasted. I need to regain some drive in my own life and seek out goals, and fun, and adventure. Now, if you asked me what I'm up to - I'm most likely to say something about work. BORING!! Seriously I feel like I've lost the fun side of my life somewhere along the path of this growing up nonsense. I plan to re-discover it again. Even if it's simple things at first. I plan to use Derek's passing as a wake up call to live. Even if you didn't know Derek, and you need a reason to do something similar...let this be that reason. Life is certainly too short to not enjoy what you're doing, where you're doing it, and who you're doing it with. Tell people you love them often. You just never know.