I sing therefore I am ah...

a singer! The other morning as i was getting dressed for the day one of my favorite songs came on the radio and before i knew what had hit me i was dancing around the room, hair brush in hand, aka microphone (I still use the old fashioned kind - no Brittney and Madonna ear piece for this performer), in underwear, bra, singing up a storm. I even played some air guitar. I am a versatile performer...the hair brush doubles easily as a guitar. I think it was a guitar, could have been the bass. I've only played this one song twice before so not sure. It was just 3 or so minutes out of my day yet it was a brilliant 3 minutes. I got lost completely and afterward felt so motivated and energized. Not to join a band I mean really? I can't actually play an instrument. And even though there are multiple air bands out there that do partake in concerts as well as contests I am just not that gal. I am many things that people laugh at but that is not one of them. It got me motivated for the day. Energized to go to the "office" in cape charles to submit resumes, write on my memoir, create material for upcoming shows and to just be excited about me, my life. It is silly I know. So simple, so I dont know, just small. I like that lately. Finding the little things, exploring them, letting myself go, and getting something big out of them. Like the idea that in a month I will pack up my car with the bare minimum (clothes, a few books, my journals, and some music) and hit the road and head down south. An adventure. Me, the road and possibilities! What I love most about those 3 minutes of dancing and air singing to the radio is that I thought I had lost that. The ability to let myself go and be truly and utterly in THE moment. I use to do it all the time when I lived in Greenwich Village in NY but somewhere along the road, the path on my current journey, I lost that ability. I am not a huge believer in "signs" yet I cannot help think, allow my mind to wander to a place where the conclusion is that that dance, that carefree experience that one morning tells me I am indeed ready to go, to move on for the next chapter. Either that or I have completely lost it, am a hop skip and ah a dance away from wearing a tinfoil hat and no one is bothering to tell me. Yet surely someone would tell me, yes? Even if I am though what I have now come to realize is that either way it just doesn't matter. I have the Shore, the people and the experiences here over the last year and a half to thank for this recaptured emotion and knowledge. One more thing I will pack away in my car when i head out down south; gratefulness.