Dancin

I am not alone/a night I see a light like my own/and it is not all blues/ there is peace in heaven's womb/so please don't be confused/ about my friend/my friend the moon.

I am not afraid/the path I'm on/ is one that I have made/reflections of the sun/make stellar flowers bloom/ I listen for their drum/and dance with my friend the moon.

-Fertile Ground, "My Friend the Moon"
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I went to Cherry last night with my little sister Sunshine. Being single in the club sucks unless you are confident enough to ask someone to dance. In my 25 years of life, I don't think I have ever asked a woman that I do not know to dance with me. Last night was no exception. But, I love to shake my money maker. So when the DJ switched to reggae, I went to the front of the dance floor and danced alone. I started shyly, with my hands in my pockets and my eyes closed to block out all the partnered ladies grinding on each other. As I got more comfortable, I found my hands above my head and my body swaying to beat. It was fun! I was not dancing to get close to a woman so I could get her number. I was not trying to show off my fancy foot-work to the lovely ladies. I was just dancing- with the beat, with the dj, with the lights, with the energy of the room, with the warm night air, with my dreams, with the life that exists on the other side of my eyelids, with my own divinity- just dancing with myself.

Starting my own company feels kinda like that. I am as nervous as a 14 year-old boy at the school dance, walking up to the coolest girl in school to ask her to dance. Everybody is watching, everybody knows what I am doing, and I am scared shitless. If I fail, will everyone laugh at me or will they pat me on the back for taking on such a big risk. I guess I am learning that the most important lesson is to just do my dance. The dance may be alone or with the girl; the biggest thing is to step outside of my fears to do what I really want to do. Right now, I just want to dance...