It is official. Tonight marks my return to line dancing for hours and hours at least once a week. It is in my veins. The music courses in my blood as if it were a part of me. My feet cannot help but tap to the rhythm. My hips shake and my arms groove. I love to shuffle, step, and ball-change. I need to two-step to the beat of another country drum.
I need to line dance like I need water, like I need air, like I need love. And I love to line dance.
Note: Yes. That is me.