Self indulging...

"Life is hard at the moment" I flippantly mention to a friend today.
She looked at me bemused, "Hmm, yeah well it is at your pace." she says, "No wonder you are worried about grey eyebrows."

She is so right.
I do feel like I am running like a freight train at the moment. I am creating a few more added stresses to my life, far more than it really needs.

I need a chance to relax; reflect, a chance to suspend reality just a little bit and have some self indulgement.

Hmmm - now what would be self indulging enough?

Self indulging?

A long soak in a bubble filled bath?
Champagne in a tall frosted glass?
Or, watching 'An Officer and a Gentleman' and eating dark chocolate?

The trouble is it has to be something that burns off the energy that I seem to have accrued even though I am sleeping less than I have ever done, and it has to be something that I really will lose myself in doing.

So without further ado - I bring you, the guide to dancing in the kitchen. (Yeah, admit it - you wondered where I was going with this didn't you?)

It takes one iPod and a spotlight. It's invigorating, burns off energy and has just the right amount of self indulgence to make yourself feel good.

iPod on - David Guetta on the iTunes, 'crank it up' - and the world is my oyster. I am a superstar.

In reality, I can not dance. I have no real co-ordination and stumble over my own feet, let alone anyone else's. Consequently any dancing I do is best left to my alone time - under the cover of darkness, without the neighbours watching in case they call an ambulance for me.

However in my fantasy world I can work the moves and I can sing. I have two backing dancers who look very much like the Hollister Boys from London, and they transport me wherever I need to go.

The lads - again!

The door frame is one kicking dancing pole, and I have to ensure that I push the furniture back far enough so that the hamster can check out my moves.

Eventually I come back to Earth with a bump - those Hollister Boys are strong but there is only so much weight a man can carry.

However, in the meantime, and until I get carted away by the men in white - I am rocking it with my iPod...and no one is watching.

Go girlfriend!