Happy Friday, Modern Philosophers!
I’ve never been much of a dancer. That might have something to do with the fact that I’m an awkward klutz with absolutely no sense of rhythm, or it could be related to that “incident” at The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance so many years ago…
Regardless, it’s got to be a pretty special occasion in order for me to unleash my inner Tony Manero on the world.
But today is such a day.
Because it’s Friday!
Friday is my day off from running, so I usually sleep in, and then the day gets off to a slow, sputtering start. This morning, however, I was wide awake far too early, and decided to shake this up a little.
You know, like the way I shake it up on the dance floor. Only without the scary, herky jerky movements that cause everyone to wonder what’s wrong with me.
Why not start off the day with a little writing to ensure that this Friday rocks like no other in recent memory? Perhaps I was inspired by my good friend, The Masked Avenger, who yesterday texted me a photo of the gorgeous view from her porch, where she was writing before heading off to work.
It’s been a long time since I’ve jump started my day by allowing the words to spill out of my brain and onto the page. And wouldn’t you know it, the sound of the words making their commute from my mind to yours, via way of the blog, made me want to dance!
It’s a regular Friday Morning Dance Party at The House on the Hill!
You don’t need to be a detective to deduce that it’s been a long, trying week. I know there are still only twenty-four hours in a day, but I maintain that eight of those hours, every Monday through Friday, are much longer than the other sixteen.
Maybe if I dance away the early morning hours, while the sun is still struggling to open its eyes, I’ll disrupt the space/time continuum and add length to the more important hours.
It’s an experiment that is well under way now, and you’re all welcome to join me.
It’s supposed to be a beautiful day. There’s a new story idea bouncing around in my brain. There’s ice cream waiting in the freezer. The Yankees are on TV up here tonight. And a relaxing weekend awaits.
Why wouldn’t I want to dance to the enticing music of those sweet, positive thoughts?
Some days can seem like a prison sentence with the chains of stress, finances, and the expectations of an overly demanding world keeping you shackled to your desk with little hope of ever feeling the sun’s warm glow on your pale, somber face.
Do your Friday Freedom Dance! Turn the world upside down. Declare your independence from everything that holds you back from enjoying life the way you want to live it.
Dance like nobody’s watching, but you’re totally going to write an awesome blog post about it later!
Hope you all have a Fantastic Friday! Feel free to tell me all about your Friday Freedom Dance in the Comments Section…
The Return of the Modern Philosopher 
I hear you. and that is why I too, am up so early in the morning, but this is my usual habit, yes, getting up before the Sun even thinks about sunshine. Oh, talk about dancing…I owned my own dance studio, in three countries, of course not all at the same time. Dancing, like any other quest, is something you learn…like writing. Of course, some people are naturals at writing, some are natural dancers. I do love philosophy, in my mind, another quest to continue learning. So, Good Morning, Austin, The Philosopher – enjoy your Friday Sunshine!
Good morning, Karen. Happy Friday! 🙂
Thank you, Austin! And, once more, A Happy Friday to you, as well. Karen 🙂
Happy Happy!
I never had luck with desk jobs. I simply can’t sit that long! I hope your Friday passes quickly so you can relax this weekend.
The relaxation has commenced! Happy Friday. 🙂
in the world of school, every Friday is a cause for celebration !
That makes sense!
Happy Friday, Austin. I’m reading blogs before leaving for work at the library. I’ll do a little dance right now. … Back I am. Have a great weekend, my friend.
Happy Friday, Mark! Hope your dance got your day off to a wonderful start!
Friday! 🙂 Outside with the chirping birds. Must get that next chapter flowing. Hope your eight hours at the desk fly by today.
So happy to be home, in shorts, and watching the Yankees. Be careful of that wind! 🙂
Happy dance!