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This sign.

I can't love it enough.

This morning, I woke up and needed some Bee Gees in my life.

And so, YouTube blessed me with dance music for my entire morning.

I bopped in my car down the freeway, singing at the top of my horrible-sounding lungs.

People looked at me as I drove by them...

I am hoping it made them think to turn up their radio as well.

Dancing.

Singing.

Bopping.

They make me happy and less ass hole-ish.

My Chelsi told me that dancing is a way to feel my emotions.

And it is.

In all it's movement and sounds, I find joy in my emotions.

I find a physical way to dance through my hard emotions

So, today I dance.