Blow Me

The only thing worst than having my short, A-cut dress lifted by the non-subtle wind, while standing at a major intersection, is: having one of the guys at work thank me for flashing my butt – in front of my boss. Somehow I was not compelled to say “you’re welcome.” What came to mind is the common British expression: “Blow me!”

It’s ironic this morning I got this e-mail from my bud Paolo Coelho (kidding):

“Dance to the point of exhaustion, like mountain-climbers scaling some sacred peak. Dance until, out of breath, our organism can receive oxygen in a way that it is not used to, and this ends up making us lose our identity, our relation with space and time………When we become adults, and when we grow old, we need to go on dancing. The rhythm changes, but music is part of life, and dancing is the consequence of letting this rhythm come inside us.” ~ "Warrior of the Light, a http://www.paulocoelho.com.br/ publication." www.warriorofthelight.com

Just so happens that Tuesday, I felt very awkward when I went into a new aerobic class. This was a merengue dance class, its super fast rhythm makes one shake the booty at 50MPH.
I just felt self-conscious, as it's not my style to be so…uninhibited in public (without a drink first). Turns out it was so much fun and the music so contagious, that I decided to get a merengue CD to work out at home with.

I know I have it in me (really deep inside) to be uninhibited, just depends with whom.