When Was the Last Time You Danced?

This random thought hit me like a freight train while I was submerged in Monday’s tsunami of tasks. My inbox was exploding, deadlines were looming like storm clouds, and somewhere amidst the chaos, my coffee had gone cold before I even remembered I poured it. That’s when it hit me: when was the last time I actually danced?

I’m not talking about the "awkward wedding shuffle" or the "half-hearted TikTok move you instantly regret" kind of dance. I’m talking about the real deal—the carefree, “who cares if I look like a noodle in a windstorm” kind of dancing. When was the last time I did that?

As I tried to recall, my mind drifted to a hilariously embarrassing moment in my younger years. Picture this: techno beats blasting, RnB vibes in the air, and me, a crew member on a layover, supposed to be resting (or maybe writing some deep essay on the socioeconomic impact of something-or-other). But nope. The music came on, and suddenly I was in my own world where stress had no place, only pure joy and ridiculous dance moves. I laughed so hard that day, I forgot about my essay (and probably my grade), and even tomorrow I have to be ready to flight back to my base. But what stuck with me was that feeling of unfiltered happiness.

I’ve always been that upbeat, “life is a dance party” kind of girl. When stress tries to climb up my back, I just move. It melts away, and I’m back on track.

But fast-forward to today, and life has gotten way too serious. Deadlines, bills, meetings—rinse and repeat. Even when there’s music, I’m more likely to hum along absentmindedly than bust out a twirl. Why? Because dancing feels frivolous, and Mondays don’t feel frivolous. Or do they?

So, I decided to just say “screw it” and go for it. Staring at my to-do list like a list of impending doom, I played something upbeat—Lykke Li’s “I Follow Rivers” (because honestly, that song has snippets of freedom baked right in). Within seconds, my mind transformed into an impromptu dance floor. And let me tell you, those two minutes of grooving on my chair—yes, grooving on a chair—and channeling my inner octopus to “Dancing Queen” were pure magic. Did it solve my overflowing inbox? No. Did it cure my Monday blues? Oh, you bet.

Here’s the thing: dancing isn’t just about moves; it’s about mindset. When you dance, you’re telling your worries, “Take five, I’ve got this.” No rhythm, no skill needed—just a willingness to let go. And funny enough, that’s what makes the impossible tasks seem, well, not so impossible anymore.

So, here’s my challenge for you: next time you're drowning in a sea of tasks, ask yourself, “When was the last time I danced?” Then turn up your favorite track and shake it out. It might not shrink your workload, but it will totally change how you face it—with a grin and a shimmy.

Who’s in?

Love,

Chits