To Have and To Hold

I fucking miss this so much.  Dancing.  The non-verbal form of expression and communication.  I'm not sure why I stopped.  Or rather, paused.  I still feel it inside of me.  I always will.  So why not do something about it?  Sometimes I think I'm too old.  I dont have the same body.  Body strength.  Which is an absolutely terrible excuse.  Being in New York really triggered my passion.  God, it's so alive there.  There is so much talent and beauty and pain and loss passing you by on every corner.  It's unbelievable.