Confessions of a Closet Dancer

Well, it’s whimsical Wednesday and I have a confession to make.

If you read my previous post titled “God Knows” then you know that I have continual back problems due to scoliosis. Well, Monday I woke up in a tremendous amount of pain. It was so intense that I was unable to complete my physical therapy session that morning. My therapist kept asking what I did over the weekend and I couldn’t think of any specific thing that would have caused such a flare-up.

Tuesday morning, still in pain, I was wracking my brain trying to think of what I could have done. I even asked God during my prayer time what could have caused it. Now, I’m not sure if God was answering me or if my brain chose that exact moment for sudden recall but as if watching a movie, I saw a scene from Sunday night that cleared up the elusive pain causing incident.

But, before I confess, I must digress.

As many of you know, I am a writer. And, for a very long time, this has been my work space.

I’m also a stay at home mom of two small children who find it hilarious to invade this stuffed-in-a-corner-of-a-room workplace and attack anything and everything, including me. I’ve learned to live with the invasions, even cherish them at times, but it does make forward progress on any large writing assignments tedious.

However, over the Christmas break, my dear sweet amazing husband whom I cherish beyond life itself made a decision. He decided the work space I had been using was no longer viable for the goals I have set for the coming year. Therefore, over the past weekend, he did some rearranging and created a home office just for me.

This is my new office.



That’s right. My own office complete with a door. Those who have or have raised children understand how a door (at times) can be the most beautiful sight in the entire world.

This incredible creation was completed Sunday. And now, it’s confession time.
Sunday evening, my family allotted me some time to escape into my office and work…by myself…with the door closed.

The quiet of the room screamed in my ears. The peace inside the four walls ignited fireworks in my head. The excitement was such that I could not sit at the computer and type away. No! That would not be a proper inauguration for such a wonderful gift as this.

Instead, I turned on my media player, picked a song of my choice (yes, that’s right…I got to pick my own song in my own office) and danced myself silly all over this brand new office.

Yep, you read that correctly, I danced my back out.

So, as I sat in my prayer time with a vision of myself playing air guitar and living out fantasies of being a hip hop dancer I couldn’t help but fall on the floor hysterically laughing. The joy of my new office was worth the dancing but the dancing was not worth the pain so I will probably not do that again but I will continue to enjoy my new office.

Happy New Year!