I dance like a fraggle.
And I love it.
I ask you, is there shame in waiving your hands in the air and letting your arms flop about like pieces of silly string?
Is it wrong to hop from one foot to the other with no coordination, in fits of giggles and peels of laughter?
Is it wrong to romp about as though you were a 5-year-old?
No, I say!
It's not wrong at all!
It is glorious.
It is freeing.
It is complete and utter joy.
It is a feeling of comfort in your own spirit and loving your place in time.
It is a divine respect for the child in your soul who dances with a piece of watermelon in one hand and a jump rope in the other, with a Slip'n Slide in her heart and a pack of Twizzlers in the front zipper of her backpack.
Some may waltz, some may disco, some may pop it and lock it.
I say 'fraggle.'
It is my dance of choice at weddings.
When the music makes you smile and you are feeling sublime, dance like a child.
Dance like you don't care what anyone else thinks about you.
People will look.
People may point to you and whisper to their friends.
But they will all be wishing they were having as much fun as you.
My name is Katherine Schwartz.
And I'm a fraggle dancer.
