Cruising along!

A month's long break from dance was much anticipated by us. We envied those who went on vacations while we languished in the blistering summer heat. Going on a cruise was what I could think of all summer long. Even mundane things like doing grocery or cleaning seemed appleaing - a break from our back-breaking schedule.
We had decided not to communicate with each other for an entire month- a total hiatus from dance, when we would do all our catching up with friends & family. Little did anyone know that dance had become an addiction. We are incomplete without it. My system goes haywire, I churn out burnt dishes, I am miserable & restless all the time. A part of me is so dead, so joyless if I can't dance. I need to dance in order to live. It is what makes the dull, mundane routines of life a joy.
The Caribbean cruise did little to lift my spirits. The boat encountered choppy waters, I was restricted to yoga and running up & down the stairs. I cursed the mouth watering deserts, which I didn't have the heart to resist. My sense of discipline is much stronger if I have a show coming.
Looking at the dancing waves, I could only think of dance in my head. Putting my feet up & lounging on the deck chairs is not for me. However much I may have craved for it. I need to be on my feet- dancing & exercising till my bones ache.
Our month long break is over, Ganesh Chaturthi marked the resumption of classes. We were all eager to make a comeback. No complaints. We had had enough of a break. On a lighter note, my kids were only to happy to see me off to my dance class.