Everyone’s a little glum when January rolls around.
Not that it’s January yet.
But it’s like you can’t help it. Imagining the glum feeling in mid-December is almost impossible. Then it arrives like a cloud of heavy feelings and extra weight.
I was in the post office and the song “Come on Eileen” started on their stereo system. As fast as my bad mood swept in, it was stunted by the oldie but goodie. Slightly stunted, deadened a bit.
It got me thinking.
I wanted to break into dance right there.
But I didn’t.
It’s just not like me. I wish it was like me.
The thought of me dancing and singing in the post office made me laugh outloud and I decided to issue a challenge to all my fellow bloggers.
Throughout the month of January, I’m suggesting that we all break into song and dance in public places.
How can that not make you smile?
You must do it. (it doesn’t have to be a full out choreographed song and dance. Twenty seconds will do.)
I must do it.
We must all report back here.
Who saw you do it.
What they said.
Where you did it.
Modern dance? Ballet? Grungy headbanging crap?
All that Jazz. Be specific.
How could we be glum if there’s a steady diet of funny dance stories to brighten our day?
YOU MUST DO THIS.
I mean it. I’m going to bug you about it.
Alright. Get back to me with your stories.