So…I can’t sleep because I’m so excited about returning to the States for lindy hop. I have been watching Lindy Focus and Frankie Manning videos on repeat, not to mention several of the queens of the swing dance scene (Frieda & Sharon, I’m looking at you ladies).
The funny thing is, I spent the majority of this weekend convinced I was in love with someone. I wasn’t in love with someone. I was in love with lindy hop. Here I am, in the middle of a sweltering dorm in Budapest…daydreaming about swivels and dancing with Skye Humphries. What is wrong with me? I actually spent a good 10 minutes thanking God for all the amazing people I’ve met and events I’ve experienced through the insane bliss of swing dancing. This maniacal grin slowly spread across my face as I realized…I have been the happiest in possibly my entire life. I am blessed with a joy I can communicate through dance, by God who creatively expresses love through something as wonderful as lindy hop. Wow.
With that realization, that dance has slowly epitomized my joy…I realized that I was head over heels in love…with dance. Lindy hop to me means creativity, and in some ways, embodies the spirit of freedom. I have the freedom to love who I want, worship God and express that wholly through the medium of improvisation.
And here I am. Not love sick over a guy, for once. Not feeling broken, for once. I feel restored. I feel alive. God gave me 4000 heartbeats every hour, more so in a lindy hop social dance, and I’m most definitely alive. Why waste time on people who don’t care, who are wiling to trudge through the mud, when I can be dancing in the rain?
Call me crazy, call me obsessive or call me ridiculous…but I think lindy hop is one of God’s ways to communicate His unspeakable love for people. Because of this community, I no longer feel alone. I might still be weird…okay, yes I am still weird, but now I have people who understand my quirks and even encourage more quirkiness. Once and for all…I’m not looking to anyone to give me happiness. I’ve had it all along, in my happy feet.
“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing: you have put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;” Psalm 30:11
True ❤ & Lindy,