Nothing like a dance off to get dizzy and giddy

I know the missing piece of the puzzle...it was there all along, so simple. Dancing. That's what I've been missing. Just some time in the house with the volume cranked and going crazy. Give into which way your body feels like flinging and not caring what it looks like, making up absurd dance moves that Michael Jackson would be proud of and most of all wondering if your hot neighbour boys like your taste in music. Feel the bass through the wooden floor seeing your shadow moving on the wall, shouting out the words and stomping your feet and being sure that you really could make it as an awesome belly dancer...

Or is this just me? 

Please tell me some of you let loose and twirl round in circles till your head isn't quite sure which way is up and you are so deliriously happy and giddy that you feel like a small girl scout with her first crush. It's wonderful. Especially when you're not ashamed to bust out to Glee's Don't Stop Believing.

I think this might just be a pivotal moment for me...a turning of self in the direction I want to go, even though I'm not really sure where yet. Forward is good. Make preparations so that I'm ready when I finally figure out the next step. A little air guitar along the way will surely assist me on the way...