I am hit by the sudden urge to shake my thang. I am actually in the mood to pick out a killer dress, knock-em-dead heels, and saunter into the hottest dance club in town and dance the night away. I have never felt this way for a very long time. And I mean a VERY long time. Who has the energy to go party after the stress of the days' workload?
It doesn't make sense because I had a really long day at work and just completely exhausted after my spin class. I've become old and boring. I've met people who feign surprise when I reveal my age. They thought I was older, not because of the way I looked, but from my mannerisms. At least I hope so.
It doesn't bother me that I am an old soul. I have always known that. I've just been far more mature about issues way sooner than I should have. It was a blessing and a curse because I've just been too practical sometimes that I miss out on the carefree experiences one is supposed to have in their youth.
Yet, I am a contradiction because my head is always in the clouds about other matters. I still love to hit the clubs sometimes, dressed to impress and have a good booze up with mates. It's good fun, but unfortunately, I have been told that I am getting too old for that. This is the first for me. I've always been ahead of the curve and now, I am lagging behind, just clinging on to one aspect of youth that I dearly cherish.
After a long day at work, sometimes it's just good to put on Madonna, Beyonce, JLO or Kylie and dance like no one's watching. :)
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