Dance party in my head

I work in a cubicle, it is small, with a dark yet faded sea foam green fabric that covers the majority of the walls. I have been in this cubicle for almost 2 years and I have managed to hang 2 postcards; one from Kandahar Lodge, in Whitefish and a photograph of the Palouse. Both are generic and both make me home sick.

I stare at a computer all day, 9 hours a day, processing orders, creating templates, organizing inventory reports, answering stupid emails, dealing with things I couldn't care less about. I have a become a corporate america zombie, from the outside maybe...but inside there is a dance party. Part of my job that I have made my own is that I listen to music from the moment I logged on to the minute I leave for the day. I hardly ever speak to anyone who is around me lest they deter from my music.

My mind is flooded with upbeat tunes that I might not normally listen to when company is around, but the music that when my sister and I are on a road trip and have it blaring belting every word without a care. Some days, it is the only thing that keeps me together, listening to random crap that make people shake their head but makes me want to jump up and have a dance party. The music you clean to, smile to, and feel silly to. I have lost a lot of that in the last year, but lately I have dance parties in my head often.

Everyone should have a dance party at least once a week, while some of us have trouble letting go in public you can still have one in your head. I wavered between revealing my dance party music, even now being shy about the music that gives me my happy during the monotony of my colorless job. But if it can bring some happy then everyone should know, and I wish I could blare it at work to see what happens. But I won't, I will keep my headphones in and my dance party on for the full 9 hours.

Have a dance party, even if it's only in your head, though find time to dance in real life. It's beautiful and pure and happiness at it's best.