Glass Half Full

I love to dance. It makes me feel fantastic. I get my best dancing done in the house, or at a wedding, or if I'm walking down the street by myself listening to my walkman. Yes, it's true. I'm one of those people on the street not able to take three steps forward for the music that is rocking out in my ears is also moving my feet to the beat. If the music is playing, I have no shame when it comes to public dancing. I often think of the time that my sister and I walked into the Old Navy shop on 6th Avenue in NY when it first opened. We walked by it every day on our way to the studio and back home again to the village. There was always a single person standing at the door, holding a load of shopping bags to offer the customers. They usually smiled and said 'hello' or 'welcome to old navy'. But, this one day, the greeter was a rather large, jolly person who was moving and grooving to the music as we walked in. I don't remember exactly what was playing, but I knew I could dance to it...and, since this host was already leading the way, I saw no harm in joining him. The two of us grinning ear to ear, I immediately broke into my 'get down on it' groove and he and I danced in the front entry way of Old Navy for a good, full five minutes while my sister shrunk in horror for me. She still tells that story to people (and i guess i do too!) and it still makes me smile.

This video did more than make me smile, it made me cry tears of joy (which is no surprise...i truly have overactive tear ducts!). This, I thought, is really the way to start one's morning.


I really love how totally infectious it is to the commuters around them. If I saw this many someone's dancing in a train station, well, you know...I wouldn't hesitate for a minute to join right in.

To see how they went about making it and people's reactions to it, click here
and a thank you.