Moving furniture,
setting up the stereo,
putting on make-up and spraying glitter in our hair,
opening the glo-stick packages,
dimming the lights,
inserting the mix CD,
turning on the strobe light,
kicking off our shoes,
and turning the volume up to 10.
This is our dance party, with silly string, Doritos, and our silly dorky selves having the time of our lives.
This is our dance party. Will you come and join us?
T.L. Eastman 2010
Mary Lue shared her host post on business and rest for this weeks Sleeping with Bread Examen. Her words resonated with me in the fact that due to a significant staff change at my office, there is more work to be done and my plate is feeling fuller lately. There have been more meetings, and lots of talking and planning. For the most part, I've felt much more connected to people since I've become more involved in this way, but oddly when I'm done for the day or night - I find myself in need of some quiet. Maybe I'm still sorting and planning in the back of my mind, but silence (even my own) is something I find myself being more and more drawn too. It's like the extra noise, both internal and external, makes me feel claustrophobic . A few days after Christmas, I went into a game store with my son and was overwhelmed by all the noise and activity there. The store was tiny but filled with kids and their parents vying for their video game of choice. My head felt hot, my
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Glow sticks!
Oh, they're too fun.... Looks like a good time, for sure!