Micro Entrepreneurism, Simple Living & Art
I should know better (or maybe I shouldn’t, but at this point in time I am willing to say that I should). I should know that going dancing is like a super powered shot of brain food on direct injection. And I do know… but this time feels better then most. This was one of those nights where I was invincible. Not because the music was pump me up dancetastic, rock out, jam on, sweat on the floor, not for wimps stuff, but more because I was there. I was so fully aware, and so fully alive, and so fully me, and so fully confident. I was, in essence, invincible. I felt like I oozed good karma. Somebody else described it as an “aura.” I am not sure I would take it to quite that spiritual of a level, but maybe… There was defnitely something going on, I could feel it. I connected with myself and I connected with other people, with strangers. I had real conversations. Not chit chat, not bar talk, but real talk. It was like my entire being was in tune with the immediate world around me, I was more aware, and I had some sort of bizarre internal serenity.
And all of that seemed to clear the path for some very focused thinking. I was able to draw connections between parts of my life that I had never before recognized as being related. And from those connections I was able to understand things from an entirely different perspective. It is almost as if I had a paradigm shift, brought on by the simple act of dancing and getting lost in the music.