You can’t dance without celebrating.  Dancing for love.  Dancing for joy.  Dancing to shake off the madness.  Dancing for war.  Dancing for beauty.  Dancing for life.  That thought made me realize, I don’t want to be a disgruntled old knob.  I want to be a celebration.  A dance of words and thoughts and movement.  

There are other ways.  I admire the broken-hearted, the down-trodden, the disasters.  I admire their full commitment.  The courage.  The surrender.  I enjoy a death march as much as I enjoy a dance. 

You’ll find whatever light or darkness you’re looking for.  And at some point, you’ll have to decide which direction to face.  Today, I chose to dance.  I’d love to tell you what I’ll do tomorrow — but right now — I have some music to make.