i want the whole wide world... to come dance with me!

Your mind is The Trickster.

& Your mind is Mean.

It doesn't care what day it is or even what year it is. It dredges stuff up from the past or worries about the future. It has little respect for your emotions and will often provide just the wrong thought at just the wrong time.

It will demand that Sex in a Pan right after you started dieting or day dream about someone other than your boyfriend right as you two are in the prime & peak of your relationship.

Your mind has so many ways of harassing you and it never, ever plays fair.

So, let’s play hooky on The Mind. Let's ditch the drama. Let's forget the stresses of college life. Let's just... let go! 

Let’s Dance.

Let’s allow our bodies fly, even for just a moment.

Move your body in whimsically windy ways.

Raise hell as you rollick and romp.   

Release The Mind. The surest way to dissolve to pressures of Brigham Young University is to shift your attention from your thoughts to your body. To your arm, or your leg or your belly or your cheeks or your knees or your elbows. Eating an apple? Dance. Walking to lunch? Dance. Yelling at your roommate? Dance. Waiting in line for the bathroom? Dance away that urgent urination! (yep, that dance.) 

Dancing from here to there reminds you that it is the journey; not the here or the there or the that or the who or the why. You think all day long, you dance very little, unless you are a dance instructor. Did you know that the suicide rate of dance instructors is the lowest of any occupation? I just made that up but it might be.

This is my dancing song: