I feel like dancing.

I’ve felt the urge often in the past few weeks. It’s happiness, and the influence of my Committed Impulse class. This Thursday, we returned to an exercise in qualities of movement I remembered from four years ago. Flowing, chaotic, stillness, lyrical, and another. The difference between now and then? I didn’t block my impulses. I didn’t worry about whether I’d look gay, or whether I was being intense enough or looking like an impressive actor, I just went where I went and enjoyed myself. So I’m proud of myself for growing, for learning to let myself be silly in class and so on. And I’m dancing as I walk, just a touch — enjoying myself in motion.

Time to go surf, which is also an enjoyable motion. The long subway ride to Far Rockaway is not, however, that enjoyable a motion.