Now that I’m a mom I’m such a prude.
Now by that I don’t mean I don’t like a little hanky panky with my husband (because I do). What I mean is I live a life of routine mundanity.
I’m always in bed by 9pm. I spent more time in exercise clothes than I do real ones. My idea of a “big night” is watching Netflix with a bowl of popcorn slathered in hot sauce.
Back in the day, I used to jump off bridges and cliffs, ride on the top of speeding vehicles, and get a high from seeing how fast my car could go in reverse. But now I wouldn’t dream of doing such things.
I’ve traded in my license for thrill for a license that I wouldn’t touch without sanitizing first.
Do you get my point?
My world has become so safe and protected that I sometimes won’t allow myself to have fun because it may require a bit of a risk. I hardly ever try something new and I’m finding that makes for a pretty mundane life.
So a few months ago when my husband and I attended our friends’ wedding I was dreading the dancing at the reception. Although we didn’t have our baby with us, I couldn’t imagine getting out on the dance floor.
But there was a problem.
I jokingly told our friends before their wedding that we would bring the party to the dance floor. They were really excited because they were worried not a lot of people would dance.
So when the music came on I didn’t have the option of dropping my favorite line that goes like this: “oh, I’m not a dancer.” And this wedding was not serving alcohol so I didn’t have the option of loosening up with a cold one either.
I simply looked at my husband and said let’s get this over with.
And you know what happened?
Turns out dancing is really fun.
Although we are both horrible dancers, we chose to not care what we looked like and let go. Not only did we laugh and smile but we were getting a great workout.
But that’s not even the best part.
I was so used to our routine day-to-day that seeing my husband in this new light changed the way I saw him.
I thought to myself, “shoot. he is pretty hot.”
Overall, we had a great time and I learned a very important lesson. Never ever say, “Oh I’m not a dancer.” Because if you do, you might miss out on one heck of a fun time.
So strap on your dancing shoes and get out on that floor.