I could be line dancing. It's line dancing night, but it is also book fair week and we have only three more school days until spring break. I'm hanging on by a thread.
I could be line dancing, but I feel a little bit like a zombie. Yes, I'm aware that if I was dancing, I would probably become energized, but I just could not get myself out of the house for that.
I could be line dancing, but instead, I will ride my bicycle six blocks to the library and pick up the book on the holdshelf. I will be pleased with myself for moving a bit, but not too much. Then, I will ride home and read until it's time to crawl into bed.
I will be line dancing next week during break, but for now, it's just going to be me and my book with some soft background music and a cup of tea.
I feel this slice in my bones. Bike ride and book sounds like the alternative you need on the eve of your upcoming break. Line dance will be waiting happily when you return.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed my more restful evening and finally went line dancing again at the end of the week. Like you said, it was waiting for me.
DeleteAh, the comfort of an approaching break. I've never had line dancing FOMO, but I can appreciate the labored choice between something less-social and something intensely social. How often do these choices lead us to tick a box of 1) I'm still young or 2) I'm getting old?
ReplyDeleteYep, I have to wonder if it's age or just school exhaustion that would happen regardless.
DeleteI just love the repetition of ‘I could be line dancing’ opening every paragraph/ stanza. It takes on a lilting, poetic quality.
ReplyDeleteThanks and thank you also for stopping by to read.
DeleteThis poem really rang true for me, as I could have gone dancing last night, but decided to stay home and read slices instead. It's been an exhausting few weeks! I love the comfort and relaxation you conjure with your ending!
ReplyDeleteThanks for letting me know I'm not alone in this. :)
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