I was dancing an hour a day for a week or two, and even when I had a setback – like someone whacking me straight in the shoulder blade, which triggered all kinds of hideous pain and movement limitations – I was progressing every day in my healing (including the shoulder going back to a state of calm).
Then work stuff got crazy, and I didn’t dance, for just three days, and whammo, I was in the gutter. Then today I danced from that gutter place – ie, lying on the floor motionless, then moving a tiny bit, then writhing around on the floor, till I was sitting and dancing, then standing and dancing, and then – there it was – leaping around the living room floor.
DANCE DANCE DANCE. I must not forget. I must make time for it and believe in it no matter what.