Somewhere along the way, we stop dancing.

Somewhere along the way, we stop dancing. Not literally.Although also literally. I mean in the broader sense. Kids don’t hesitate. A song comes on, they move. Badly. Loudly. Without rhythm. Without embarrassment. Without checking who’s watching. Adults?We tighten up. We stand still.We look around.We calculate.We assess how ridiculous we might look. Somewhere between childhood and responsibility, we trade lightness for self-consciousness. And we call it maturity. Most of life doesn’t require...