Week 22: Dance

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Music used to be a much more significant part of my life: my dad was a professional jazz musician, I fell in love with my husband because he looked like Ian McCulloch and a good night involved HOURS of dancing!

I would dance with total abandon. Our social group revolved around gigs, festivals and clubs. This started tailing off as the kids got older, but we have tried to instil in them a love of live music. We've experimented with festivals: Solfest when they were little, where I cried at Badly Drawn Boy and we all got dressed up as characters from Grease, to Wilderness where at times I felt I was on the set of Made in Chelsea! Our favourite is Green Man in Wales, where I have danced in joy at Mumford and Sons with my middle daughter on my shoulders and tried not to stalk the mighty Jarvis Cocker!

Anyway this love of music and dance disappeared for a while - mainly due to a general disgruntlement with life. It was almost as if this joyous part of me didn't want to emerge lest it reminded me how functional my life had become. It reminded me that those days were over.

But after some determination and brave decisions these demons were put to rest and I can gauge the vitality I feel again for life by my ability to dance and sing! And I am no longer a music snob. I will happily dance to the cheesiest of tunes. The main difficulty is opportunity, especially when you live in a very busy household. So i have also embraced the waist up dance for use in the car!

You smile, you work your heart, limbs and soul. Who cares if there is not an ounce of 'coolness' on show? Life is so much more embracing after a good dance.


Mother, wife, daughter, teacher...

Firmly stuck in the 'sandwich generation' category, I am 46 years old and looking to shake things up a bit! I am a teacher, which I love - but it takes over your life! A mother of three - two daughters, 16 and 15, a son aged 11. Wife to Simon for 19 years. Carer for rather eccentric mum, aged 89.


Go to the profile of Vanessa
over 5 years ago
Love it - means the crazy lady at the lights won't always be me :-) I know what you mean about losing music - it's funny how the inclination to shake it seems to correlate so strongly with joy levels!
Go to the profile of Jacqui
over 5 years ago
I think all of us crazy dancers will be a positive force to be reckoned with!
Go to the profile of Mark Cuddy
over 5 years ago
I'm the same when it comes to singing and dancing to cheesy tunes and not caring if anyone witnesses this. In our kitchen at work a day doesn't go by without a sing song and a shuffle of the feet. I openly encourage it. It's funny how our music tastes change throughout our life and how we connect to some music, absorb it until we're full and then move on to something else. My music is so eclectic it doesn't make sense. How can I go from Suzanne Vega or Nick Drake straight onto Iron Maiden? I suppose music is music you either get it or don't and it's there to enhance moods. Certainly makes you think.
Go to the profile of Sarah-Kate Goodwin
over 5 years ago
Bambi legs makes the waist up dance my favourite! It is virtually impossible not to smile when you are doing so. Really enjoyed reading this Jackie. You are a mum inspiration, I hope to have my kids on shoulders at festivals when the time comes around. x
Go to the profile of Chris Baréz-Brown
over 5 years ago
Getting over the "cool" is a biggie. I have a friend who believes the only way to dance is to let rip to 200% as if its your last dance ever. He is a sight to behold wherever he goes. But when he dances, others join. The "cool" has gone and we can be us. Love it