Some days it looks like 10 minutes of soul-stirring, self-amazing movement in the dance room after the Boy is in bed.
Some days it looks like half-hearted flowing in the living room.
Some days it looks like 5 minutes of arm waving from a sleeping bag in a dark tent.
Some days it looks like putting on headphones and going for a Very Intentional Walk so that other people don’t even know you’re dancing (or at least you tell yourself that).
Some days it looks like 5 I’m-exhausted-but-dammit-I’m-dancing minutes danced in the dark in the space between the hotel bed and the TV.
It’s all part of the process. And it’s all dancing. <3