Singing and Dancing

Tonight, after a late night of work, I strolled the darkened streets of beautiful SLC.
The stars were crisp and clear in the near Fall night air.
My legs strutted their way down the hill in tall black boots (flip flops are gone sadly).
And I was walking/dancing with a hot mint tea in my hand.

I was also singing at the top of my lungs to the all powerful music of Adele (her album 21).

I find it liberating to sing into the void of the night. I may or may not be in tune, but it's the vibration of my voice echoing through the silent city streets that makes me keep moving. And then you happen to run into people and you have to ask yourself, "Do I stop singing? Or do I just belt out the lyrics louder?" I went with louder.

I have to laugh at the response people (or cats) gave as I walked past singing and dancing. Expressions of oddity take over their face. Either they look at you quizzically, thinking "that girl must be crazy." Or you see a smile come across their face. (If by chance you spot a cat, they usually just try to rub against your leg, in the hope they may be pet. And when done with that they walk away, tail in the air with not a care in the world--as cats always do.)

The person's smile makes me think, we all need to go out and sing and dance as we walk life's crazy path. Why hide your voice? Why not sing to the mountains, the trees, the cats and dogs? Why not sing for ourselves and those around us?

I can not come up with a reason people might find me crazy as I sing and dance to my own beat. (I mean lets face it: It's my own beat!!!) We should all do this. So I say to you tonight, "Go out... Sing a song... Let everyone hear your voice. Let yourself hear your voice."

I will tell you, a smile will come across your face and you will feel like skipping down the street when people laugh at you.