Dancing in my dreams

It was the most energetic still picture I'd ever seen and little did I know it would leave my mind dancing in my dreams...
    I'd just finished an invigorating workout by the river when I happened to pass a piece of art that I couldn't take my eyes off of.  I saw colors that I'd imagined in my wedding, one day.  I saw history that I learned when I was a girl.  I saw people in motion doing things that I love: Dancing. Hugging, Singing.  No one said a word, but suddenly, I felt the whole world rise up in joy as I starred at this picture.  Talk about a movie moment...  I was there. 
        The moment was slightly interrupted when a guy whom I nicknamed Mr. Art spoke a word to me.  He inquired about what I did for a living.  I boastfully told him my position in the corporate world.  He then said, “no, what is it that you do as in living? art? Like, I do art.”

        I thought to myself, no one’s genuinely ever asked me that and especially in such an appreciative way.  Therefore, I answered him with the typical response that leads to business cards and dry lunches, but when he spoke to me the way that he did the second time around, I answered him with a list of hobbies and talents that I’m so thankful for and thought to myself why wouldn’t that be my first response?  It’s simply who I am, no learned behavior like the task I do at my big girl job.

        So as I left the energetic painting and Mr.Art, himself, there was something warm and eye-opening about the experience.  There was me dreaming about everything I love and picturing myself doing so much more than big girl work.  I was so warmed up; it had me dancing in my dreams.

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