Dancing with Myself

Blog soundtrack:

This morning, my daughter was off to the beach for the day with one of her former pre-school teachers. My son had slept over a friend’s house last night in order to enjoy a rousing game of D&D.
So, at 9:25am, this morning, I found myself totally home and alone.

At 9:30am, I sipped my second cup of coffee and enjoyed one of my favorite sounds, which had not previously been cataloged in this blog (http://goddessofallthingslovely.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-sounds.html). And, it was the sound of silence.

And, you all know me well enough to know I love my kids, but every once in a while, it’s SO nice to be home and not to hear the following:
“Mommy, Liam frew up!”
OR
“Mom, you don’t have to say ‘Yes’ right now, BUT….”

Unlike the previous days this week, I had no plan for lunch. So, today, it was just me and the house. I started on my “To Do” list, which began with my nails.

They were a mess. Actually, my nails have two states – good or a wreck. Hey, wow, they kind of mimic me! :-) Well, they either look good or they don’t. And, I have to say my nails are confused. I either treat them like they’re gold, or I use them like they’re a Swiss Army knife, depending on the circumstances. When they’re a wreck though, I’ve NEVER resorted to fake fingernails. I hate those.

There’s this woman at Registry of Motor Vehicles, and when you see her, it’s as if she screams “Hi, I’m _insert_name_tag_here_,” and these are my ten fake fingernails! It's as if her fingernails are her mini-me. Ironically, I remember reading a review of the “The Prince of Tides.” And the reviewer said of Barbra Streisand, "Her nails upstaged her entire performance." http://articles.latimes.com/1992-01-17/news/vw-309_1_barbra-streisand
Enough about fake fingernails then….

So, today, I put out the trash and the recycle items.
I took Monty for a walk.
I emptied the dishwasher.
I vacuumed the downstairs of the house.
I put in two loads of laundry and folded two more.
At about 12:30, I went for a 25-mile bike ride.
And, when I got home , I realized that I had not spoken to a sole all day.

Have you ever spent an entire day where you haven't spoken to anyone?
And, for me this wasn’t a day where I intentionally avoided people. No, it was not a funk.
It was just a day where I spent several hours with myself and by myself, and I enjoyed it thoroughly.

Hey, when you’re home by yourself, did you know that…

You don’t have to make conversation.
You can walk around in a t-shirt and your underwear. (Sorry, no visual provided here!)
You can kiss and hug the cats and the dog without feeling like you should be committed.
And, most importantly, you can take pictures of yourself like this (with false eyelashes wearing purple eyeliner glitter) and not worry about anyone saying, “Wot the hell are you doing?!”



I, like everyone else, wants to be with someone who makes me happy, but when I can’t, it’s good to know that I can dance with myself and love it.

When I was 19, my Mom told me that she didn’t think that she loved my father anymore. Despite their love letters, I think my parents were two ships who passed in the night. While they went into their marriage with good intentions, they both always wanted something different. When I asked my Mom why she didn’t leave my Dad then, she said, “It’s better to be with someone than be alone.” I should have committed that to memory and learned from it, but I didn't.

During the last 10 years, I have found that it is really, more often than not, better to be alone that to be with the wrong someone. And, when you can’t find the right dance partner, it’s that much better to be dancing with yourself. And, when you do so, always pick a pair of your sexiest shoes and AC/DC. Hell ya! <3